Ryu did nothing as Taedra was enveloped by this light. It was only that the fatigue between his brows grew heavier.
Given the current strength of his mind, one could imagine what he had to go through to decipher the perfect words to speak.
Handing someone comprehension was impossible. You had to guide them to eventually reach the proper conclusion themselves, even if that conclusion was a little biased toward yourself.
Taedra's original path was trying to seek a method of tying the vast origins of the world into the quaintness of a little pen and a few lines.
But quaint was the operative word. Although it was often used as a replacement for words like "small" and "tiny," the root of the world itself didn't just refer to size, although it often could. It carried a sort of style with it as well.
When Ryu read the word, he had felt all sorts of possibilities rolling through his mind.
