He started drawing circle after circle after circle, his motions uninterrupted and intense; soon, a good portion of the wall was covered with his lines. The first circles of his sequence had been drawn by raw impulse, cathartic and powerful, but then it all morphed into something else, Adrien noticed; as he spiraled around, he found himself overcome by some strange, exhilarating feeling that he couldn't name - as if his arms were no longer his, and yet as if they had never belonged to him more than in that moment. His dance peaked, waned, and ended. He stepped back and looked at the wall covered in circles, in silent awe at what he had just achieved. A loud sound surprised him; he turned around to find that the sorcerer Valerion was now standing, clapping his hands, grinning at him.