The night went by without incident for Tiral as he continued to sift through the Court Mage's notes, marking up his own as he scanned through them to note anything that could be improved on or adjusted or whatever else was necessary. A rudimentary design for a circle meant for redirecting electricity rather than just negating it had already been written up, and though it was still just a prototype the mage had just enough confidence to think it would work.

Deciding that much was enough for the night, Tiral soon moved to take a bath before going to sleep. There was nothing pressing to attend to tomorrow, at least, so he could experiment well enough then.
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The next morning went by quickly for the ice mage as he began to draw up a few variations of the spell, each on a separate piece of paper. His supply had by no means run low as he continued drawing one after the other, but his stomach had certainly grown empty. Only the growling thereof would give him any reason to leave.

It just so happened, though, that his stomach growling was exactly what happened.

[i]"...Oh, what perfect timing..."[/i] he complained to himself as he piled up the papers into a single stack. If he was to pick up any food now, he'd probably have to change, right?
...
Yeah, probably. If he was lucky, maybe he'd have a chance to set up the circles and test each one; they weren't all-purpose, but maybe something he could do could mimic it well enough, like a miniature thunderstorm.

Changing into something more presentable in public, Tiral tucked the stack of papers under his arm as he left his room, making a beeline towards the kitchen to try and make himself something to eat.
Or just grab some leftovers, like a piece of bread, to sate himself until dinner came.

With just that in hand, the ice mage ate the food in his hand as he walked through the ground of Candaeln, not paying much attention to much else until he came by the training grounds. The sound of tomatoes splattering against the ground could only mean one thing, though:
Marianne was practicing, as usual.

Though he had planned to go test on his own, the possibility popped into his head to simply [i]ask[/i] the knight for whom this countermeasure had been devised towards in the first place. Still munching on the piece of bread, Tiral instead changed course towards the training grounds.

Deciding against interrupting the training as it was, the ice mage simply stood off to the side, waiting for the barrage of tomatoes to cease and for an opportunity to speak to come.