"How can I imagine something I've never seen?" Ghent grimaced, tense in both mind and body. This sounded like a bunch of New Age nonsense to him, and he felt just a touch ridiculous standing in the middle of the pavilion with his eyes closed. 
	[i]Focus.[/i] Ghent inwardly chastised himself, exhaling once in an attempt to calm down. Somehow, he had to feel the energy he could hardly imagine.
[b]	Empty your mind.[/b]
	Try as he might, Ghent couldn't feel much of anything; he wasn't sure how the magic would feel, should the energy be there. All he could "feel" was the cold and dampness of his clothes, no thanks to the unforgiving weather. 
	[i]This isn't working. Nothing's there.[/i] Admitting defeat was one thing, admitting defeat to Elayra? Unthinkable. [i]Keep trying.[/i]
	Brows knit, Ghent made one last attempt to focus. He needed to forget the pattern of rain, he had to stop worrying about failure, tune out Elayra's voice...
	After what felt a lifetime, Ghent felt the smallest hint of change in the air. The magic may have revealed itself, or he'd tricked himself into believing. Either way, he wanted to seize the moment before it was gone.
	[b]Tuito.[/b]
	Ghent froze up. He'd read Harry Potter in the back of the Book Barn. Pronouncing a spell incorrectly could prove disastrous. This did nothing to help his already rattled nerves.
	"T-Tuteao!" Ghent shot his hand forward as any good wizard should have, though he kept his eyes squeezed shut in fear of a disaster he feared would follow.