>"I do."
>Produce it
>You produce it.
>"Oh good," says Marisa. "Saves me the trouble of writing it down again." She takes it from you and hands it to Renko. "Memorize that."
>Marisa spends the next few minutes walking Renko through the spell. She seems to have some trouble pronouncing it correctly at first. Some trick of the syllables seems to be just a bit much for her at first. But eventually she gets it right, and Marisa moves on to teaching her the motions to accompany it. In the meantime, you warm up by the stove. trying not to grimace as your arm goes through a pins and needles kind of sensation. Your tea is, frankly, too hot for drinking at the moment, but you do so anyways. It hurts your mouth, but it feels so good going down that you don't mind so much.
>Eventually, Renko manages to conjure the little ball of light successfully. "See, not that hard, is it?" Marisa says.
>"Look, Mary!" Renko says, grinning as she cups her hands around it.
>_