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When you tried to cover Amalasuintha back up with the bearskin, she woke up – and between your frustration with this complex that you have developed about her eyes and your genuine eagerness to get into the air, you decided to get an early start for the day. Once the two of had breakfasted, and Amalasuintha had grabbed her haversack, her Broom and her Flight-Jerkin, you made your way together out of the cave and towards the mountain lake. Less than a minute after starting your decent, you were standing on the lake’s sandy shore. As per your wife’s instructions, you had not bothered getting dressed beyond stockings and boots, as you would need to strip at least to the waist anyways to safely accommodate the Glyphs, considering that these were just going to be inked on top of your skin.
Several pleasant minutes pass, standing stock still in the sun, as you wife delicately Scrivens the Glyphs on to you, with her face close enough that you can feel her breath on your skin. Once she is finally done with the brush, she takes another handful of minutes meticulously checking her work over, even going as far as to Scriven her own finger, so she can test the Glyph herself, making sure that it all activates properly, that the fuel is being drawn from the spindly fuel clauses that run down your arms, not the main body of the Glyph on your back, or the control clauses on your shoulder blades and on the backs of your hands. All of this is done in silence, as you do not want to distract her, though once she is satisfied that everything is Scrivened together properly, she tests you on all of this one last time.
“ … then, there is the risk of entering into a Strange Fever. If that were to happen, then what would be the first sign of it?”
“If the spell’s performance inexplicably improves.”
“Alright, but <span class="mu-i">why</span> would it improve?”
“Partially because it is the nature of Strange Fever to make casting easier, and partially because the Fever would be ‘cooking’ the Ink from the Glyph to power the Glyph at a faster and more efficient rate then the fuel clauses burn. The issue there is that the Fever is ‘cooking’ the entire Glyph, instead of just the fuel clause, so it will fail much quicker.”
“Besides falling out of the sky like the Piece, are there any other signs that you have entered into Fever?”
“The Noise. But waiting to hear the Noise is risky, because it might be quiet enough that you cannot hear it over the wind.”
“Good, though there is also a slim chance that no Noise is made. What about Miasma?”
“Miasma could indicate that you have entered into the Fever, but with all of the fuel that this spell requires, even a Witchlet could end up venting.”
“Is it possible to make an Ink that will not be ‘cooked’ during a Strange Fever?”
