[Cerius]

The next week, Alma arrived to find Cerius merely sitting on the ground, deep in Meditation. No charred, blasted ground surrounded him, no lingering trace of Life energy remained to reveal the training of the elf. He had been training, of course, but he had taken the previous day and that morning off training and remained in meditation, familiarising himself more with the flow of Ara while he contemplated that which he had been taught in his Theology classes.

The elf rose as Alma approached, acknowledging his instructor with a simple nod.

"You listened this week, I see," Alma noted. Again, a simple nod was the only answer she would receive from her student. He was obviously straining against the orders to keep his powers in check, although that was a skill the Master would have to learn.

"Do you remember the spell I taught to you last week? Or half taught, as it where ... Impart?"

A nod. Powers swirled around the elf, the raw strength from the last day and a half of meditation giving the elf unusual power, even for one of his rank. The technique, Impart, was one that he had mused over for quite some time, and he thought it had it figured.

The elf first established a link through Divination with his mentor, before creating a weave of abjuration, evocation and alteration to let their minds share thoughts and techniques. Anything, he figured, transmitted over such a link would become almost a memory in the other mind, allowing the other caster to cast the Imparted spell as though he or she had been born with it. To test, he moved through the casting for another of his own spells, Purification, combining the techniques from Turn Undead and Calm to reveal an aura that heartened all living creatures and disheartened the living dead.

Alma smiled as the elf sent the spell to her. Her student had potential, if he would just only learn to conquer himself.