Bristle focused on the lesson eagerly, words were easy to understand, abusive amounts of physical exercise less so. He found the idea of colors interesting, he wondered what kind of color he had. Bristle'd been focusing a little to much on making the sphere than noting what color it was. Then the fire and brimstone speech again. It'd seem like trying anything with magic had a chance of eternal damning them and their soul if they weren't careful. Oh well, could be worse. Maybe. Probably? Regardless he repeated the key points of the lecture in his head to help remember them, he would learn everything he could about magic, how else would he get good at it.