"Well, I [i]forgot.[/i]" Ghent responded huffily. Elayra's nickname for him wasn't anything new, but in that moment he was especially defensive because he feared the name fit. He couldn't remember a single focus word. "I lack control, but I've only tried twice." 
	Ghent didn't need to defend himself further. Upon hearing the news, Drust came as close to a smile as Ghent believed was possible for him. The knight seemed pleased that he got the magic to work, lack of control or not.
	While Drust explained, Ghent gave the knight his undivided attention. Rather than ask for clarification, he pretended to follow along when he didn't understand what was being said. He nodded at the right times, and rubbed his chin to appear deep in thought. 
	"Conrare," Ghent repeated carefully. He found that the name rolled off the tongue a bit easier than the previous focus words. He was on the verge of asking what a 'dangerous whim' could entail, but Elayra spoke up.
	[i]Basically? [/i]Ghent scowled at Elayra's use of the word. There was nothing basic about this! Her summary of Drust's explanation didn't make things easier, it made things worse. How could he imagine something he couldn't see? Too much this, too little that. So much could go wrong, and Drust was watching his every move.
	The nod was a signal to get moving. Ghent didn't want to move, he wanted to vanish. 
	"Guess that's my cue, huh?" Legs feeling like lead, he passed the two and stopped in front of the locked doors. The gate was the chalkboard, and he was the clueless student. He didn't know where to start.
	Reaching up, Ghent ran his hand along the impressive maze of metal, stopping when he came to the center. If one was lucky enough to own a physical key, this was where he believed it would go. This was what he needed to focus on.
	Palm resting against the lock, Ghent closed his eyes. He tried not to think about his comrades watching his every move. Having an audience was unnerving, especially with Drust. Drust didn't seem the type to give second chances.
[b]	A single stray thought could turn a harmless act into a disastrous whim.[/b]
	Ghent closed his eyes tighter. Worrying about Drust wouldn't open the gate. He began to think about what needed to be done. He envisioned the magic, and the lock. He imagined the doors swinging open to allow them through.
	Out of nowhere, Ghent felt a sharp jolt. It was stronger than before, like a wave of energy rushing up from his hand into his very being. If the magic behaved differently in Wonderland, Ghent feared the consequences. Something could go terribly wrong if he wasn't careful.
	Ghent started to chicken out. The feeling was incredible, but he couldn't help but feel afraid. What if he was doing it wrong? He started to lower his hand, but something stopped him from going through with the action. They needed him to do this. He [b]had[/b] to do this.
	Taking a breath, Ghent made another effort to feel the magic as Drust suggested. There was no doubt in his mind that the magic was there. It became impatient, awaiting his command. The longer he waited, the more unstable the feeling became. Eyes snapping open, Ghent's fingers stretched over the lock. His thoughts were all over the place, he couldn't contain the magic any longer. He had to get rid of it. "CONRARE!"