"Keep the flow constant," Elio instructed, watching as mana fluctuated in Taron's hands. "Like building the tunnel structure, but slower, more controlled."
Taron frowned in concentration. The mana currents stabilized, finding a more natural rhythm.
"Seven points," Taron murmured, a drop of sweat sliding down his temple. "I never thought..."
"You're doing better than I did at first," Elio smiled, remembering his own stumbles. "I used to..."
He stopped, a strange sensation invading his consciousness.
While guiding Taron, his own mana had found a new pattern, as if the act of teaching had revealed something he had been overlooking.
"Elio?" Taron noticed his sudden silence.
"One moment," Elio murmured, closing his eyes. The mana flowed differently now, smoother, more natural. "It's like... weaving. Not pushing."