“Well, good-morning to you, too!”  Brendan exclaimed at the bob-tail trying to ge his attention. "What's all<em>this</em>then, kitty?" He said to the cat's display. "What's the matter? Are you hungwy?" He flipped back into baby talk as he gently picked her up and held her. "Well, wet's go down to the kitchen and see if we can find ju somefing to eat."<br/><br/>Brenden headed to the kitchen and made a bee-line for one of the cupboards, not stopping, but merely raising a hand in a half-hearted wave to the others. "Hey, guys... What's up?" He said. Opening the cabinet, he rummaged around briefly until finding a can of tuna. "Oooh!" He all but squealed, "Look what we have here! Is tuna-fishy. Does kitty wuv tuna fishy?" Snatching up a hand can opener from the counter he made his way out the back door and setting the bob-tail down, made quick work of opening the can. He placed it on the ground in front of her, "Der you goooo... I'wl bet that smells wewwy wewwy goood..." He reached out a hand to affectionately ruffle the fur on the top of her head. "You go ahead and have yourself some bweakfast." He then went back inside, shutting the door behind him and leaving the kitty outdoors.<br/><br/>Brendan grabbed an apple and a stick of string cheese before he bounded upstairs and took a refreshing shower. Returning to his room, he sat down at his desk with the mozzarella hanging out of his mouth and started looking through his stack of books. The water had fully woken him up and, upon thinking more clearly about last night's dream, he had realized two things.<br/><br/>1 - He was not entirely sure he had or<em>should have</em>in this whole "enishi" deal he had read about.<br/><br/>and<br/><br/>2 - He<em>had</em>at his disposal a means of determining such a connection.<br/><br/>Finding the book that he was looking for, he thumbed quickly until he found the page with the spell he needed. It was something similar to scrying, with the exception that you weren't trying to determine the person's location so much as you were trying to determine the intensity and nature of two - or more - subjects' connection. Briefly reading through the spell, he made quick work of assembling everything he would need: the recitation, a silver bowl, a writing instrument - he chose a washable marker - and a lense of some sort. The lense was actually made from a single cut piece of quartz that was ground and polished, he had found along with the summoning book at a quaint, out of the way old book store that seemed to specialize in such curios.<br/><br/>Brendan sat down on his floor and, using the marker, quickly scribed the necessary symbols onto the silver bowl. Placing the bowl in front of him, he then placed the lense in the bowl and intoned the recitation. "Mas-kavadian ondine bosh skaduvingdae. Rasen stamphen pongin donfin puufin. Sero falia." The sigaldry on the side of the bowl glowed faintly and the room was suddenly filled with a sweet acrid odor that told Brendan the spell was a success. He reached into the bowl, snatched up the lense and bolted out of his room. "Gotta be quick..." he said - "Before the magic wears off." First he would go to John's room and then to the room he pointed out to Orane the night before. Reaching his frat brother's door, he pounded insistantly, "John, you up?" he said before opening the door and then rushed into the room.<br/><br/>Taking a moment to look over what he saw and swallowing the desire to chastise him for letting her be in his room again, Brendan held up the lense and looked closely. Quite clearly through the lense, he was able to see a red string around John's finger connecting to Orane's finger - just as he had seen in the dream! And even as he beheld it, the magic started to fade as the lense lost its power. Brendan smiled in satisfaction and blinked - as for a brief moment he though he saw the glimmer of another red string. It seemed to angle down through John's floor. But before he could confirm what he was seeing it was gone. It was all gone - the lense had gone back to being just a piece of crystal.<br/><br/>"Wow! Well.. That is just..." Brendan flushed slightly and put his hands together before his face, looking back and forth between the both of them through joyful, slightly teared eyes. "I'm really very... I'm really happy for you." He said earnestly, though a heavy weight was still on his heart - the weight of his own lonliness. "I wish you both the best, I really do." He smiled broadly and all but skipped out of the door. His thoughts immediately went to the basement, to the diagram, to possibilities ... and hope.<em>"I'm going to try again.."</em>He thought as he made his way there.