2nd Frost, 121
The completion of the project he'd built in his head, then in his forge, then in his runeforge, for the man he loved had taken longer than he'd at first imagined. The magic was subtle, more subtle and intricate than anything he'd previously worked on. It felt right that his gift of gratitude should be greater than his gift of desire. The pendants had themselves been more intricate and difficult than anything he had created before them, and they were entirely his own design. The compass, for it was a compass, or sorts, was a magnitude greater in all aspects.
Realizing early in the schematic stage that he likely would be unable to reach his ambitionious intentions alone he had brought the drawings and calculations to Kala. The Lady knew her way around laying magic to a purpose and she was beginning to study the theories and basics behind runeforging, so bouncing ideas off her proved useful to both of them. They found time to study together whenever possible now. It still wasn't often, but having someone who had at least a passing understanding of the ideas to discuss them with helped cement understanding.
Torin had used the project to force his mind back into being creative. There were many things he wanted to make, his runeforging desk was literered with half finished schematics and jotted down ideas, particial drawings and scraps of calculation. But since the incident with Finn being attacked and the subsequent drop in his own emotional stability none of them had seemed to hold any interest. This though, this was important; Aurin mattered and Torin's gratitude somehow managed to worm it's way out where other, supposedly more powerful emotions had failed.
He leaned over the forge, placing the aura glass just so, resisting the urge to adjust it one last time. There were only a few hours left until it the last lines of aether would settle themselves into the perfectly Scrivened lines and the piece would be done. It contained more types of magic than anything he'd created, more thought and emotion, in addition to his own blood. It was a fitting offering for the man who had come to pick him up and claim him. Kala would arrive soon, Torin having suggested that watching the last of the connections form the aether net might be helpful in learning runeforging, however far she chose to go with the craft. He had worried she wouldn't be interested in assisting him, considering the nature of the project, but she had, as she often did, surprised him.
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67th Ash, 121
Torin did the calculations again, but he already knew the answer. There was no way he would be able to create what he was looking to achieve without a great deal of Scrivening. Far more than he would be able to accomplish alone. Sake of the gods, he hadn't done any real Scrivening at all so far. Practise without aether did not count, nor did reading, which though helpful, could not replace experience.
Kala was his teacher in the art, though they weren't officially having lessons, in the same way that he helped explain runeforging when she had questions, and was more than happy to show her when the chance arose. If he was going to succeed he would need her help in more than just explanations and he wasn't wholly sure how to go about it. He was, technically employed by her; could he pay her for doing work for him as well? How would that work? Could he just trade work for work instead?
The last option seemed most logical but he would let her decide how compensation would work, if she would even allow him. They were due to mee the next day to study again, so he would bring it up and see how she reacted to both the nature of his schematic and his worry over her working for free.
He knew the Archieves fairly well now; well enough to make his way to the study room House Leukos kept without an escourt. Kala was already there when he arrived, so he gave her a little nod and as much of a smile as he could manage. He was not particularly good at leading into something slowly so he just said,
"Would you mind if I showed you something I've been working on?"
The completion of the project he'd built in his head, then in his forge, then in his runeforge, for the man he loved had taken longer than he'd at first imagined. The magic was subtle, more subtle and intricate than anything he'd previously worked on. It felt right that his gift of gratitude should be greater than his gift of desire. The pendants had themselves been more intricate and difficult than anything he had created before them, and they were entirely his own design. The compass, for it was a compass, or sorts, was a magnitude greater in all aspects.
Realizing early in the schematic stage that he likely would be unable to reach his ambitionious intentions alone he had brought the drawings and calculations to Kala. The Lady knew her way around laying magic to a purpose and she was beginning to study the theories and basics behind runeforging, so bouncing ideas off her proved useful to both of them. They found time to study together whenever possible now. It still wasn't often, but having someone who had at least a passing understanding of the ideas to discuss them with helped cement understanding.
Torin had used the project to force his mind back into being creative. There were many things he wanted to make, his runeforging desk was literered with half finished schematics and jotted down ideas, particial drawings and scraps of calculation. But since the incident with Finn being attacked and the subsequent drop in his own emotional stability none of them had seemed to hold any interest. This though, this was important; Aurin mattered and Torin's gratitude somehow managed to worm it's way out where other, supposedly more powerful emotions had failed.
He leaned over the forge, placing the aura glass just so, resisting the urge to adjust it one last time. There were only a few hours left until it the last lines of aether would settle themselves into the perfectly Scrivened lines and the piece would be done. It contained more types of magic than anything he'd created, more thought and emotion, in addition to his own blood. It was a fitting offering for the man who had come to pick him up and claim him. Kala would arrive soon, Torin having suggested that watching the last of the connections form the aether net might be helpful in learning runeforging, however far she chose to go with the craft. He had worried she wouldn't be interested in assisting him, considering the nature of the project, but she had, as she often did, surprised him.
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67th Ash, 121
Torin did the calculations again, but he already knew the answer. There was no way he would be able to create what he was looking to achieve without a great deal of Scrivening. Far more than he would be able to accomplish alone. Sake of the gods, he hadn't done any real Scrivening at all so far. Practise without aether did not count, nor did reading, which though helpful, could not replace experience.
Kala was his teacher in the art, though they weren't officially having lessons, in the same way that he helped explain runeforging when she had questions, and was more than happy to show her when the chance arose. If he was going to succeed he would need her help in more than just explanations and he wasn't wholly sure how to go about it. He was, technically employed by her; could he pay her for doing work for him as well? How would that work? Could he just trade work for work instead?
The last option seemed most logical but he would let her decide how compensation would work, if she would even allow him. They were due to mee the next day to study again, so he would bring it up and see how she reacted to both the nature of his schematic and his worry over her working for free.
He knew the Archieves fairly well now; well enough to make his way to the study room House Leukos kept without an escourt. Kala was already there when he arrived, so he gave her a little nod and as much of a smile as he could manage. He was not particularly good at leading into something slowly so he just said,
"Would you mind if I showed you something I've been working on?"
