“Hudson” the boy smiled, aiding the professor in calling his name.

Listening to the next set of instructions, Patroclus wished he had someone staying in his tent with him, but he didn’t so he would have to deal with it.
Taking the parchment full of runes, the boy skimmed to find the ones that pest suited him. He was planning on picking three……three just felt right.

The first one was easy to select, it was going to be ‘Man’, for the simple fact that a tent needed strength! Picking up a wooden tile, Patroclus painted on the Rune, and then attached the rune tile with string to the opening of his tent. Hanging, it was able to move in the breeze, exhibiting the strength in a tent’s flexibility.

Scanning once again, Patroclus spotted his next rune; 'Berkanan'. He choose it simplely because his tent was beautiful….and so was he! Well at least that’s what his mother had told him. This one he decided to paint onto the two halves of the tent flaps. For the paint, he decided to use a rich brown, so that it went with the red of his tent, and also ‘cause he wanted.

The next rune was harder to decide upon, there were a few options he liked. But in the end, it had to be Wunjo. This rune he drew in the soil, at all four corners of the tent, that way there was no way his tent would be an unhappy place.

Marveling at his work, Patroclus thought the tent felt more magical already