Okay, she was working with a group. They had to find runes on the tree. Or not find runes. They were basically looking for runes and then doing something when they found or didn't find them. First things first. Spell. SOmething to make her young eyes be able to see better. Do it for the runes.

"Oculo Focalis!" Holy eyeballs Batman! She never considered that she needed glasses, but she would rather see like that for the rest of her life. Anyway, eyes. Runes. Find them. Or not find them.

The redhead trained her deep blue eyes at the tree and looked around for the runes. Nope. No runes here. Was she doing something wrong? Because she was following the lead of the older students. That usually helped things. Ummm.

"I don't think there's any runes here." To whom it may concern of course. Because it was important to be able to see these things.

Also, young Botros. She was starting to get another theory, though she needed to look around before she mentioned it to anyone. It was a liiiiitle crazy. And by little she meant that she would get institutionalized. But young Botros. Whenever someone told her about Botros, they explained the word old. Now he wasn't. He kind of looked like her dad. Which was weird. And she didn't want to think about it.