Jhinto didn't look angry, displeased, or even disappointed at the royal couple as they stopped to take another break. They had become so hot and sweaty, that they shed their wolf skins and dressed down to their nude forms.
Myranda and Metas were so very upset with themselves, though. Try after try, they still could not combine their souls enough to become what they needed to be.
"You are doing a fine job, my Alpha and Luna," the old mage mused out with truth, even if his two pupils did not feel the same.
"How so?" Metas asked with annoyance.
"We haven't made progress..." Myranda added sullenly.
"Oh, but you have. It is perplexing to me how you couldn't feel the same. You have known one another for barely a year, and you can connect on a base level. I think what we need to do, is give you each a glimpse into the past of the other. Think of it as hearing a thousand stories in a small amount of time." The advisor encouraged them with a kind smile and he turned to his satchel of goods and pulled out a few vials, ingredients, and what looked like a weathered book.
The royal pair watched with curiosity, and an intense interest in what the old male was doing. It was nothing like they had seen before. His old fingers dragged into the dirt before him and made various signs and runes.
He looked at the vials with clear eyes that seemed to just /know/ how much was needed and what was in each glass despite them not being labeled. Transfixed, the couldn't help but wonder how he was going to make tea with no water, and boil things without fire.
Their answer came quickly as he put his hands to the runes he just made and delicately move his fingers and wrists to pull water from the ground, and conjure a little spot of fire. After mixing the water with the many many things he poured into it, Jhinto set it on the little ring of fire and hummed contently as the colors in the glass changed and glowed. It shifted from red to purple rather quickly, and as soon as it just started to boil, he removed the glass from the fire, extinguished the flames, and looked up the two students patiently.
"Now, I must draw two circles around each of you, and connect you with the use of your blood, my Alpha, if that is alright with you," the mage looked to his King's gold eyes for approval.
"Certainly. Whatever is needed, you may have," Metas replied quickly. If he couldn't do what was needed, he should as least be as helpful as possible, because he was feeling very useless right now.
Jhinto nodded in respect and then took Metas' outstretched hand and used his very sharp, very long nails to prick his finger and allowed a few drops of blood to flow onto the sign he had created, and then followed up with pouring the potion he had just made into the crevices of the etching.
Instead of disturbing the pattern on the delicate surface, the liquid surged through the indentations like liquid metal that started to glow gold the further it traveled along the pattern. Once both of the circles were filled, Jhinto spoke delicately.
"Reach across and hold one another's hands."
No other questions were needed for that instruction, and once their fingers were entirely laced into the others, the entire room around them went black.