Work was going much better. Thanks to grandpa's insistence on me learning to see magic (which was probably in part to avoid working himself), I had started to partly visualize the button's magical symbols. What I was seeing was too blurry to make out anything with any clarity, but I could guess a few things. I gave the really vague drawings to the captain, who seemed quite happy at the results.
"Have you gone through Initiation, Miss Bedwen?" he asked, checking the drawings, which I made with black ink and lots of water, to show how blurry it was.
"Ah, no," I said. "But I've learned a few visualization techniques."
"Quite a useful skill to have," he observed. Then he checked the rest of the pages. "And what are these?"
"Those are my guesses of what the original could look like. I'm jus
