[quote=@The Irish Tree][color=f49ac2][b]"Woah...how's your book doing that? Is it magic? Are you a wizard!?"[/b][/color][/quote]

Io opened her eyes as someone asked her a question - but she couldn't see anyone standing in front of her at first. Then she realized it was coming from someone [i]floating [/i]in front of her. A fairy. Io had not had much contact with them, given their chaotic nature... but she trusted a member of the Task Force would behave themselves. Plus, Io could vaguely recall that there were varieties that were less... capricious than ones she knew in the past.

It had been a while since someone asked her that last question. "[color=thistle][b]A wizard... I was, perhaps.[/b][/color]" Io didn't want to brag, but she considered herself beyond that title now. She then circled back to the initial question, "[color=thistle][b]The grimoire's pages are magically linked using a small component inlaid along the edges of the page. I've learned how to subtly influence the leafing in the physical world through a minor spirit link, allowing the pages to turn themselves as I will them, which happens to be very energy efficient due to the lightness of the pages. Of course this requires decoupling the spirit to begin with, but after that it is a trifling manner to correlate certain lines of thought to the link given some training. As a bonus, if the grimoire is sealed, any interrupting noise will simply not be strong enough to open the grimoire, even in a particularly overloaded area like a graveyard. Provided you've learned certain fundamental arcane combinations, and freed your ego from a body once before, I would consider it 'easy,' even.[/b][/color]" Io doled out her torrent of words without so much as a breath in between, her eyes gaining the slightest glint of passion. "[color=thistle][b]You can see the basics of it in this page's inscription.[/b][/color]" The pages quickly flipped to a page in the front of the grimoire, which was scrawled over with Io's inscrutable personal language.

Io nodded to herself, satisfied with her own description. She slightly adjusted her posture for Liliana, as if to ask, 'Any questions?'