Mo tilted his head in West's direction, not looking at him exactly but not NOT looking at him. And listening. Was he saying it wrong? Or was it just that he was so busy thinking about the shape that he wasn't really thinking about the rune and what it meant? Or maybe some of both?

He pointed his wand again, thinking about what the Gebo meant this time. It was an X, like a kiss. A gift. A promise. Giving of oneself and also getting something in return. Maybe love, if one was inclined. Again, he pointed his wand and spoke the incantation, imagining the shape but remembering all the meaning behind it this time.

"Intaglio Gebo Gebo Gebo Geboooo," Mo murmured, all his attention and energy following the path of his wand. When he lifted it the final time, he was more than pleased to discover that the soft glow emanating from the X on his piece of wood. Now that was excellent.