Things are clicking together too fast in that familiar sensation of knowing too much.

"By the Goddess," Mia murmurs, her hand drooping down from her face and her eyes considerably wider.

Writing a Story. She never would have thought to do it that way. That would be the sort of thing Ghaleon would do. Hell, if Ghaleon had gotten wind of this sort of thing years ago, there might have been a very different outcome.

And her mind calls up Fakir's request nearly three years ago.

"You said you could teach it. Magic.

"If-- Would you?"

She shakes her head and the back of her mind notes to be observant of her spell comp class.