In a distant echo, a memory resounded in Arthur's mind. It was Lancelot explaining to the much younger Arthur the most logical understanding of magicules imbued in a mage.
"Having an awakened mageroot does mean you have affinities with the world itself. There are no words to describe this relationship. Long, long ago, mages were considered artists more than soldiers. They were in fact destined to show the non-mage community the wonders of the world by displaying the limits of their art. However when conflicts grew, so did the means."
Drawing giant snowflakes and painting a sky of tiny stars, Lancelot kept Arthur in awe for the daily lesson. "I was taught not to smile, not to cry, and not to shake when feeling overwhelmed. This is also how we, mages, learn how to enhance each spell by showing Pazuut what it yearned for, our ever-repressed feelings."
The light show went disarray, the tiny stars grew in size and the snowflakes vanished.
