[How long will that smidgen of a spell last, anyway? Better to cast a new spell over top of it than waste time breaking it, in Lalli's opinion, especially once he sees/feels how Emil is shaping this second attempt. It's... an interesting take! Not as stable as, say, continuously tucking the spell over and under itself, but what feels natural to Lalli obviously doesn't feel natural to Emil; it seems difficult enough for Emil to just, you know, keep his magic from slipping out of reach, which is something Lalli hasn't felt since... well. It's been a while.
...A soft hum, then, as he compares his own neat, tidy spell to Emil's... bucket, because these techniques couldn't be more different? Like, there's something annoying about the obvious differences here, thanks to Lalli's razor-thin patience, but there's also something decidedly humorous about them. Stupid Emil... just as clumsy with magic as he is with everything else...
So annoyance tinged with the tiniest bit of friendly affection: that's what Emil's going to pick up here as Lalli regards that spell of his.]
You stretched it too much.
[Yes, yes, what does that mean... hold up. Let him scoot back to rest against the wall, because all of this is slowly taking its toll. He used magic earlier in the day; he still has a decent amount left, but he can feel the tell-tale signs of fatigue as he slouches down. Don't mind the fact that his boots are on the bed... that's what blankets are for...]
You used more magic than you needed to? You made it... too big. It should be smaller. [Like his own spell, which is so closely wrapped around the rock that there's, like, no space to be found.] If you use more magic than you need, you'll have to stop. Rest.
[Anyway, give him a second to loosen his own spell—to find the main thread and, like, cut it loose to unravel the entire thing—before he holds it out for Emil to take. That's right, bud! Lalli is a relentless teacher, so third time's the charm!]
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...A soft hum, then, as he compares his own neat, tidy spell to Emil's... bucket, because these techniques couldn't be more different? Like, there's something annoying about the obvious differences here, thanks to Lalli's razor-thin patience, but there's also something decidedly humorous about them. Stupid Emil... just as clumsy with magic as he is with everything else...
So annoyance tinged with the tiniest bit of friendly affection: that's what Emil's going to pick up here as Lalli regards that spell of his.]
You stretched it too much.
[Yes, yes, what does that mean... hold up. Let him scoot back to rest against the wall, because all of this is slowly taking its toll. He used magic earlier in the day; he still has a decent amount left, but he can feel the tell-tale signs of fatigue as he slouches down. Don't mind the fact that his boots are on the bed... that's what blankets are for...]
You used more magic than you needed to? You made it... too big. It should be smaller. [Like his own spell, which is so closely wrapped around the rock that there's, like, no space to be found.] If you use more magic than you need, you'll have to stop. Rest.
[Anyway, give him a second to loosen his own spell—to find the main thread and, like, cut it loose to unravel the entire thing—before he holds it out for Emil to take. That's right, bud! Lalli is a relentless teacher, so third time's the charm!]
Use less.