"You're exactly right," Nightingale confirms with a grin. "But this next part will be less exciting, I suspect. I want you to hold out your hand in the same manner as I have been doing and try to replicate the shape, or the melody, or however it is the spell has resonated with you, in your mind. As you do so, open your palm."

Nothing will happen just yet. Nightingale will urge Laertes to repeat his attempt a number of times, interspersing this with demonstrating the spell over and over. The forma of the spell should become increasingly clear in Laertes' mind, a fuzzy sort of anticipation growing stronger and sharper with each failure to produce light.