(I have no additional ideas at this time, but I will be happy to inform you if anything occurs to me as we go ...)
At that, they began. While each of the Dragons took one or two main elements of the task as his or her own, there was a nearly continual byplay of handing things off or asking for extra assistance as the spells unfolded. All had to work in concert, for the original spell had been one of great complexity. And of then all, Essa was working furiously, her mind flashing thoughts as she accepted directions from first Sylvanus and then, gradually, from Bronratha as well as the great bronze became more familiar with her capabilities.
Their thoughts flashed and wove, and the spell took shape before them for, as her ancestress had been wont to do, Essa liked to see what she was creating. She had shifted their collective viewpoint enough to be able to see the Weave. As the overall spell assembled, the Dragons looked upon it with some curiosity. They never had experienced this visual form of spellcasting, and it interested them.
finally, as the entire construction hung in the air before them, Sylvanus asked mildly, "My Dear, is everything as it should be?" Essa stepped back and took a long look.
Several little threads moved subtly under her influence, tucking themselves neatly into place. Sylvanus could see how those final touches would make the refurbished spell even more impervious than had been the original. This one should last for several thousand years, if no one tampered with it. And Essa had thought to set several small alarms that would call attention if anyone did so. A nod from him, echoed by the others, and she sent it into motion, now effective for the place.
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