He nodded his head in understanding. "Very well. Your words speak true of of what I have noticed of human mages. I hold hope that your promise is not misplaced." He picked up some paint in a bowl that was set aside. He rubbed his fingers in it and placed two fingers on Caeile’s forehead. Caeile reciprocated the act. Knowing the ritual as it was, I took my two fingers and duplicated them. Painting my own forehead  with two white lines. Setting the bowl aside, we joined hands in a triangle. 