Mother of Learning. Arc 3 Incomplete

Unlike Xvim, or even Ilsa, Nora Boole was a very expressive woman. By the time she had reached the end of the first test, he could see she was pleasantly surprised. She damn well should be, considering it was 100 % correct. When she started inspecting the second test, though, her face quickly morphed first into shock, and then barely restrained glee. Evidently she liked what she saw. Finally, she set the test aside and met his eyes, giving him a penetrating gaze that actually caused Zorian to flinch a little. She reminded him of Zach and Kirithishli, because she seemed to radiate a similar sort of… vibrancy, for the lack of a better word. It was always a bit uncomfortable being around people like that, especially when they were focused solely on him like Nora currently was.

«Well…» she began. «I didn’t expect that. Do you know why I gave you the second test?»

«Uh, no,» said Zorian. «To scare me off?»

«Exactly!» Nora exclaimed. «Exactly!»

Zorian blinked, unable to believe she actually admitted that to his face.

«Spell formulas require bravery! They require passion!» continued Nora animatedly. Funny. Everyone else said they required patience and meticulousness. «They require determination! Anyone who is scared off by this little thing here,» she waved the second test in front of his face, «will surely give up when we delve into the truly difficult parts of the discipline. I had to make sure you wouldn’t bail out on me somewhere along the line.»

Zorian was starting to feel a little unnerved by Nora’s outburst. Was he signing up for spell formula tutoring or cult membership?

«Of course, I didn’t actually expect you to solve any of the questions correctly,» Nora said. «I just wanted to see if you’d leave it completely blank. Not that I’m complaining, far from it! Let’s see…»

She went back to her desk and pulled out a stack of papers out of a drawer. She frowned as she leafed through them, apparently unhappy about their contents, before finally setting them aside with a sigh. After an entire minute of silence, she glanced towards him and shook her head, as if suddenly remembering he was still there.

«Tell me, what are spell formulas?» she asked him. «And I don’t want to hear a textbook definition. I want to hear it in your words.»

Zorian opened his mouth for a moment and then quickly snapped it shut as he considered what to say.

«Come on,» Nora encouraged. «Bravery, remember? Besides, I just want to know your opinion. There is no right answer.»

Hah. There might be no right answer, but Zorian knew from experience that there was always a wrong answer. Always. But he supposed that, in this particular instance, silence was the wrongest answer of them all.

«It’s the practice of using geometric shapes and various sigils to modify spells, usually in order to strengthen wards or amplify spellcasting,» said Zorian.

«Really? How do they do that?» asked Nora in mock curiosity.

«Err… they limit mana flow along pre-determined pathways?» tried Zorian.

«Yes!» agreed Nora. «They limit, that’s exactly what they do! I can’t tell you how many mages think they’re some kind of inherent amplifier or something. Drives me crazy, I tell you. Of course, most modern crafters use special materials that are inherent amplifiers, but that’s something else entirely. Anyway, you know the point behind structured spellcasting, right?»

«The narrower the effect of the spell is, the more mana efficient it becomes. Structured magic creates a spell boundary to forcibly narrow down effect space into something manageable for a human spellcaster.»

«And spell formulas are the exact same thing, only with more pronounced benefits and drawbacks,» said Nora. «Since mages can take their time when crafting the spell formula, they limit the mana flow much more tightly than your typical invocation. This means bigger potential benefits, but also makes the spell even more inflexible. And, of course, the tighter spell boundary means there is less margin for errors, so designing a working spell formula is a lot harder than designing a working invocation.»

Zorian waited patiently until she was finished, not really sure why she was telling him these things — this was all basic theory that he had heard and read a thousand times — but unwilling to interrupt. Unfortunately, it appeared he would have to wait to hear what the point of her little questioning was, because Nora suddenly looked at the clock hanging by the door and blanched when she realized how much time had passed.

«Sorry, Mister Kazinski, I guess I got carried away. You better go to the next class before I get you in trouble,» Nora said apologetically. Zorian shrugged — he had intended to skip the next class one way or another, but it probably wouldn’t impress her much if he told her that. «I’ll need a few days to set up a schedule, so I’ll tell you the details via Ilsa. We’ll have a blast working together, I can already tell.»

He was just about to leave when she suddenly started talking again.