Dylan maintained that perfect focus and concentration that he'd been known for on the pitch...keeping the picture of what he was trying to create in his mind's Eye. He vividly seen the sag-like F, pulsing and glowing with it's magical energy and such...

"Intaglio....Ansuz Ansuz Ansuz Ansuz Ansuz............" The Slytherin was saying the mantra with clear and precise words...so that nothing could be confused...but he never lost focus on that picture in his mind. He needed to create that rune. That was the goal he was trying to accomplish...CONCENTRATING SO MUCH LIKE WHOA. "Intaglio Ansuz Ansuz Ansuz Ansuz Ansuz...."

Dylan...didn't really know if he had been subconsciously aware of the anxiousness building up at the beginning of carving, considering how SLIGHT the feeling was...but when the rune completed itself, it was strangely noticeable to him...in the way that the anxiousness was now gone.

Odd.

He stared down at the pulsating, vibrant Ansuz rune and arched a brow. It WAS a rather gorgeous rune...if he did say so himself.

Not caring what others were doing, Dylan continued to gaze at it.