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Rebecca smiled, practically beaming at the prospect of her friend being interested in her work. She had a real bounce in her step as she got situated in their room, setting her case and bag against the wall, throwing off her coat, and carefully removing her hat before she let down her hair and set the ornaments holding it in place down next to her cap. 

“So where should I start?” The researcher asked Chambala excitedly, withdrawing her notebook and flipping through the pages. “The physics? The history? Conduction? Stability? Diffusion? How it all loops back to RTPL? Ohhh, I'll just start from square one!”

Magical theory and magitech were a cornerstone of The Choir even before its creation, being one of Orion's main areas of interest and study (though no one knew precisely what inspired his pursuit of it), and Rebecca's explanation of it was delivered at a rapid pace, in a way somewhat meandering and long-winded, serving as evidence for the widespread consensus outside the ranks of The Choir’s researchers themselves that it was unintuitive and arduous to wrap one's mind around. Many found it impractical to put so much thought into something that already worked fine for those who had the talent for it. Many others believed magic to be inherently ethereal and spiritual, something that would not, could not ever be expressed through the regimented restrictions of theorems and formulas.

Regardless, she seemed quite passionate about it, rattling off history, names, and concepts that many had ever even heard of with great enthusiasm. Some time had passed before she stifled a yawn and paused.

“I, umm…” Rebecca trailed off, staring at the scrawls and diagrams on the page of her notebook. “I think I lost my spot… There was something you were going to show me, right?” She played with her hair, mostly to keep herself awake.