Uhh-- well, when I was-- I suppose, yes. In a fashion. The theoretical study of, of the Fade, and magic, and the-- all of it, yes. I preferred that, to the. The field.

[Quiet indoors, cool stone, a good hard bench to sit on, a new quill. And then there was mud and shouting and the templars posted around the edges of the grounds, with their armor winking in the sunshine.]

The study, it took direction. Firmly. And now I don't--have cause, to use, I mean, it isn't something that I am constantly--currently, that is, I don't-- I don't open a book and choose a new spell to be learned. I am, I have work. To do. So I would not say that I am 'working on my magic'.

[Probably about eighty parts nervous, fifteen parts stressed, and five parts something-like-curious, Salvio makes himself stop stumbling over all those words.]

It is-- different, I assume. As is for most, uh. Rifters.