Fencing, rich sport that it is, is something he's never done. Using a rapier, on the other hand… He decides that now is not the time to bring such topics up. Not when there are more interesting matters to focus on.

Turning his attention from her eyes to her guidance, he takes careful note of her grip, her motion, her tone and inflection… He nods his understanding and mimics her in slow, careful practice. When he feels he's gotten the hang of it, he nods to her. "Let me try again."

Once she's let go of his hand he take a slow breath and concentrates, really concentrates. He draws out the rune, keeping his wrist loose, his movements precise, and confidently commands, "Lumos!"

This time instead of an underwhelming absence of magic there is a bright flash of it, making Reynard immediately recoil as he throws his arm in front of his eyes. When he lowers it again he sees that the wand holds a small light at the end of it, while strands of ice crawl back towards his hand seemingly embedding itself into the wood. Around them the whole area is coated in a flawless coat of snow, just enough to make the blanket one of blinding white. Reynard stops and stares at the scene around them. Suddenly, he throws his head back and laughs, resting a hand on his hip to support himself as he doubles over.