I smile in amusement, "It's not what I want, Clara, but what you want." I reach into my pocket and pull out a folded up piece of paper, holding it between two fingers, and with one swift motion threw the piece of paper at Clara. The paper obviously showed signs of aging, and the creases in the paper from being folded numerous times quite evident to any who saw it. On the paper, if she unfolded it, would be a symbol. Most Sigilists would recognize it right away, as it looked to be a simple Sigil that most beginners learned. However, if one were to look closely at the Sigil, they would find it to be...different, than what they originally thought it was. "Tell me, what does that mean to you?" I ask her as I take the seat next to her.