The inspiration in Link's mind was fleeting like a swimming fish. He wanted to catch it, but it just kept swimming around, wriggling out of his hands.
Gretel was doubtful, but Link couldn't explain it. He chased the shred of light in his mind while instinctively mumbling, "Wait, wait, let me think."
Gretel didn't really believe him, but she didn't interrupt his thoughts either. She started gathering the shards on the ground with her Magician's Hand.
Link looked at the liquid and shards all over the ground. The inspiration ran back. It was much clearer now, but when Link tried to say it out loud, he couldn't figure out how to explain it.
After thinking a bit, he decided to take out his magic notes. He strode over to a window and went to work.
At first, Link just wanted to calculate the specific alchemy Mana. As he wrote, his thoughts followed the guidance of that shred of inspiration and floated to a very strange territory.
