"I mean that you only asked the lines to be straight." He raised the notebook and painstakingly drew a reproduction of the same symbol he had given her. He finished and looked up at her, turning the page toward her to show her. "You see, I reproduced the symbol perfectly, but with only that intention. Now, watch again," he muttered as he turned towards an empty, bruised looking patch of wall across the room. He once again drew the symbol's basic form, tracing the lines just as he saw them, carefully aping the angles exactly. As he finished, he quickly turned the book toward the spot on the wall before him and a small bolt of distorted energy leaped forth, crossing the room and striking the wall before bursting and dissipating. He looked back at Joz.
"That time, I held the design in my mind as I traced it with the intention of drawing my own aether out through it. But it was weak and difficult. Unwieldy. Watch once more. This time, I will use the design as a general outline, but allow my own awareness of the internal flow of my aether to direct the subtle differences I will add to the original design. It will be my own, ultimately, based on the skeleton of the one I drew for you, and it will respond to me in a much more efficient and powerful way."
He again turned to the wall and put pen to paper. Now, he allowed the tug and pull of the flow of the aether to influence the curves and angles he drew; he added tiny embellishments and personal touches. With a practiced comfort, he completed one final flourish and again pushed the notebook out before him. A bolt of Ruin burst out and flew across the room, smashing powerfully against the wall and leaving a great smoking blackness hissing against the magically reinforced bricks.
"You see?"
"That time, I held the design in my mind as I traced it with the intention of drawing my own aether out through it. But it was weak and difficult. Unwieldy. Watch once more. This time, I will use the design as a general outline, but allow my own awareness of the internal flow of my aether to direct the subtle differences I will add to the original design. It will be my own, ultimately, based on the skeleton of the one I drew for you, and it will respond to me in a much more efficient and powerful way."
He again turned to the wall and put pen to paper. Now, he allowed the tug and pull of the flow of the aether to influence the curves and angles he drew; he added tiny embellishments and personal touches. With a practiced comfort, he completed one final flourish and again pushed the notebook out before him. A bolt of Ruin burst out and flew across the room, smashing powerfully against the wall and leaving a great smoking blackness hissing against the magically reinforced bricks.
"You see?"
