[ Further sounds of rattling. Then a quiet 'aha'. It takes a few moments for him to return and switch on the camera, the feed on his end showing sitting in that self-same kitchen but from a slightly different angle. Emet-Selch holds up a simple drinking glass and wriggles it. ]
Well then, for this experiment I shall attempt to reduce glass into sand. Or rather, silicate.
[ On a fresh sheet of paper, he painstakingly designs an alchemic circle, brow furrowed in concentration. Once he's done, he places the glass in the middle of the circle and whistles for his familiar to join him.
The gwiber hops up on to an adjacent chair. Together, they focus their magicks upon the circle and the inked lines glow. Emet-Selch snaps his fingers and there's a flash of light...but instead of a pile of raw, coarse material, there is only a misshapen lump of glass. ]
video
Well then, for this experiment I shall attempt to reduce glass into sand. Or rather, silicate.
[ On a fresh sheet of paper, he painstakingly designs an alchemic circle, brow furrowed in concentration. Once he's done, he places the glass in the middle of the circle and whistles for his familiar to join him.
The gwiber hops up on to an adjacent chair. Together, they focus their magicks upon the circle and the inked lines glow. Emet-Selch snaps his fingers and there's a flash of light...but instead of a pile of raw, coarse material, there is only a misshapen lump of glass. ]