Little Pup Ash 67th, 120th Year, A.o.S.
Rickter admittedly looked to Lyra with a hint of intrigue found in his gaze, not just because of how quickly she implied that he'd need another teacher, but due to the nature in warning him of who that teacher was. The wolf knew Sahfri was a woman to be feared deep down in his core, as it had been the most driven instinct in his body when he saw her. Their meeting on the other hand created an interesting situation, as of now, what with Rickter needing to decide if he'd actively use such a macabre art. Necromancy. He didn't think himself able to stomach the concepts overall, but, after what he'd seen Sahfri do and what Necromancy can do in general; there wasn't any sense of denial in the craft's merits.
At being given the compliment Telion lightly chuckled, noticing the sudden hint of aggravation in Rickter's sudden disappointed glare. Appointments? Was she really serious? Regardless, the bard laughed just a bit in turn. "Thank you, lady Lyra. We'll certainly have to make plans then won't we?" Telion teased Rickter in turn with a generous wink complimenting her smile to him, to which the wolf lowly groaned a scoff to signal his bitter amusement with the jests. When motioned to follow, however, both their demeanors changed to that of curious intent. Guided by the shopkeeper towards a door past some of the shelves, they were brought to a room where they looked able to practice magical scripture. From what Rickter could tell the entire room had been decorated with materials, as well as glyphs on certain surfaces, that catered ideally to the art of Scrivening alone.
"Interesting..." He admitted quietly within his breath as his blue eyes fell upon Telion and Lyra then. From the sound of it, the shopkeeper wanted to know what he could do, which admittedly wasn't much when it came to the art of Scrivening overall. Telion's eyes widened as she realized too what Lyra wanted, her gaze falling back within the room as she seemed surprised, with a sense of excitement rising in her eyes as well.
"Oh wow! I didn't expect this!" Truth be told neither did Rickter, and given his predicament he was an unlikely student or pupil at this point. For what good can a wolf do when he barely understands the language of the scripts he's learning to read? "Rickter's not even started yet though, so I hope you don't mind if I give him a few pointers when we begin." The bard almost sounded requesting when she shared that with Lyra, her gaze back on Rickter once more as she tilted her head towards the table within the room. "So how about it? Ready to get your hands dirty Ricky?"
The wolf looked at her inquisitively with a certain lack of confidence, but in seeing the warm and endearing smile she generated, he couldn't help but allow the corners of his lips to loosen into a hint of a grin. "Sure... just... teach me what I need to do first."
"Right! Okay!" Telion practically pumped her fists with enthusiasm, leading the way for the wolf toward the workstation prepared for them. It was while the bard approached the table that Lyra started to explain the room, elaborating on the shelving units and what each shelf contained in regard to the material. Papers, inks, dragonshards... it was a lot to take in for the wolf right away. Yet Telion seemingly nodded as though it wasn't some second language to her at all, understanding the fundamentals of what was provided for her as she looked about in turn. "Very well, we'll start with something basic. Remember the campfire we generated up near the Hot Spring, Ricky?"
As she checked Telion twisted to face toward him, the two looking at one another thoughtfully as the wolf briefly grunted before nodding. "You created a heat source using only marks and runes I've never seen."
"Right! Those were Pictographs, it's a bit of a personal language honestly."
"Care to explain?" The wolf inquired with a tilt of his head.
"Well I'm no expert, but Pictography is the application of runes and scriptures that you create yourself. There's no singular language as the wizard who writes their Pictography, does so through generating their own meanings within certain runes and pictures." Telion emphasized with her arms tucked behind her, her lips curved into a soft grin at him as Rickter looked thoughtful about the concept.
"So, in reality, your scriptures are your own?" Telion nodded in regard to the inquiry. "Hmm. How do we make a fire?" As if on queue Telion turned back to gander at the selection available, taking out only a couple sheets of parchment from the shelves, along with a couple of inkwells of spellwright's ink also. In watching her move about to gather the rest of the materials, Rickter noticed the closed door that lingered within the room as well. Strangely enough, he realized that upon looking at it, he'd failed to notice when he'd already looked back to the bard within the room once more. How odd... He thought to look at it again but, for whatever reason, he found the inclination to do so lacking in turn.
"Okay, here we are." On the center table was all the ingredients she'd gathered from before, two sheets of wide parchment that allowed for room to draw, two inkwells with a couple of paint brushes next to them in between the sheets of parchment, and the pyrolith shard found on the other table within the room. "Normally when I work with Scrivening, I just use my own Runes to power the ink instead. Since you don't have Elementalism yet, Dragonshards will have to suffice in the meantime."
"Okay, so what are the first steps?" Rickter's eyes widened just a bit as he looked nearly lost, if not overwhelmed by the sudden demonstration Telion was about to give.
"Watch closely." The bard warned him before she took one of the brushes, dipping the bristles within the Spellwright’s Ink to get a small portion, and hovering it over the well so any excess ink would drizzle back down into the container. Starting at the center of the parchment, she began drawing a small circle in turn, drawing a line that would jut out from each side of the circle in turn, and then a crescent shape mark that ended at the end of each line. "This isn't the same one I used at the camp, but it's similar within nature of course." She remarked while placing the brush down next to the inkwell, her head lowered so that she could gently blow on the ink to dry it. Within moments after doing so, Telion then brought her hands down to rest at the ends of her Pictograph.
Her palms would come to rest over the drawn crescents of the Pictograph, in turn, generating a soft cerulean glow through them when she breathed in to concentrate. Almost immediately after the ink responded to her aether, Telion managed to channel it through her Elementalism rune, imparting the nature of flame onto the scripture as the cerulean hues turned to fiery orange. From within the center of the circle she'd drawn, a small but robust flame started sparking from the center, emitting the same source of heat and light as it would were it a natural source instead of magical. "By creating a mirror between two paths, I could channel my own aether into these points here."
"What are those points then?" The wolf inquired curiously as he watched the ink react to her aether in awe.
"Actually those were just focal points I drew, I didn't need to generate any sort of convergence this time around." She admitted with a confident smile. "Back at the camp I only had chalk to use, so I had to spend a bit of my personal aether just to power the runes. But! With Spellwright's Ink that isn't necessary, and you can learn how to generate a continuous flame for as long as the ink is charged."
The wolf looked to his paintbrush then, unsure if he would even know where to begin. Noticing this Telion then picked it up and handed it to him, nodding to the table for him to give it a go as the flame she produced died moments later. The wolf hesitated before lowering the brush into the well, hopeful not to waste any of the product itself, as he repeated the same mannerisms as Telion did in a more awkward manner. The bard lightly giggled watching him, standing a little closer as she pointed at a spot at the center of the parchment. "What I'm going to teach you is how to create a similar effect. Start here by drawing a mirror, this'll be where the aetheric energy is reflected and dispersed." In lieu of what she'd told him Rickter drew and moved the brush to hover over the center, starting with the shape of a four-pointed diamond instead of a circle. "Good, now draw a path away from the mirror. The aetheric charge of the shard is what'll pass through that path when we generate our next mirror."
Listening to her Rickter picked one of the corners of the diamond and simply drew almost a curved line away from it, looking to Telion once more as he awaited her own appraisal. Still, the bard just grinned while she watched, nodding for him to continue with the drawing of his next 'mirror' as she called it. In carefully painting another four-pointed diamond, the wolf made sure the lines of his ink all connected with one another as Telion's did, leaving the result to be two diamond shapes connected by a curving line in turn. "Alright, now place that on the outer mirror." She instructed with a finger nudged at the pyrolith shard, to which the wolf reluctantly picked up before doing as told. Holding it in his hand he could feel the heat of the shard itself radiating into his skin, generating a warmth that was almost on the verge of intense when he did.
In placing the shard down, however, the same effect that took place earlier happened moments after. The diamond shape beneath the shard began to glow a brilliant red-orange, as the path connecting to the other mirror took on this dramatic change, before the central mirror, in turn, spouted a small continuous flame from the shard. "Ta-da! You've just made your first Pictograph!" Telion cheered to him almost gleefully now, her eyes alight with pride when she looked at Lyra once again. "What do you think, lady Lyra?"
Almost forgetting that she was still there, Rickter looked to the shopkeeper in turn as well, his eyes softly narrowed as he prepared for whatever scrutiny she might've projected.
"Every side attacks you when you don't pick sides."