It was time to try the spell on the wood this time. Taking aim, and clearly picturing the sowilo rune in her mind, Zhenya spoke clearly; "IN-ta-LEE-oh Sowilo," her wand pointing at the wood. "IN-ta-LEE-oh Sowilo," she repeated, her wand still pointing. She was still thinking about Sowilo; the rune which reminded her of a bolt of lightning. She was beginning to see the shape of the rune appear on the wood. "IN-ta-LEE-oh Sowilo, IN-ta-LEE-oh Sowilo, IN-ta-LEE-oh Sowilo," she said a few more times, still pointing, still vividly imagining the rune, until the rune began to adopt a golden hue which indicated the rune had successfully been ingrained into the wood with magical energy.