Knitting lips to the side, it's clear that Sibyl wasn't getting a direct answer to the matter of sublimation. A breath is taken, before a slow nod, "
... Makes sense. Frustrating, but it makes quite the heavy amount sense." The book is flipped to one of its starting pages, fingers raising to pinch at the bridge of the nose, massaging into the sinuses, "
If such acts were as simple as applying enough heat, or enough cold, we would seen acts of supernatural intent every trial. So some changes are locked behind... Knowing far more than just the basics." Comes the full admission of ignorance. A shrug of the shoulders is given, nonetheless, as the student simply glances down, eyes scanning at the pages below. This book was a primer on chemistry. A genuine, full primer. But it seemed almost patronizing in its writing, as though the beginning few concepts were something basic knowledge. But, nonetheless, Sibyl continues to read the basic observations on the nature of elements, eyes careful to ensure that there is nothing that slips between the cracks when it comes the knowledge needed to get past this single course.
Sibyl's attention is turned to the icicles forming upon the window. Something so basic. Something ubiquitous to life in Viden. Surely it wasn't that easy? It answers the question the student had about reversing it, but did not fully reflect the mirroring. A slow nod is given, as lips knit to the side.
Eyes turning up to the Biqaj, it's clear that Sibyl seems a bit curious. Perhaps, enough so to openly ask a question. A brow quirks, as the Videnese student simply observes the utterly strange sight. It's not often a foreigner of this racial makeup makes the rounds. A slow tilt of the head is given, before simply saying, "
... Your ears are shaped strangely. Were they cut, when you were young?" Comes the question. Poorly informed. But to be expected from a student of one of the most insular land's establishment of learning. Half truth knowledge when it comes to anything outside the practicalities. But nevertheless, the question doesn't seem to be... Malicious. Misplaced curiosity, perhaps enough to make the average person hyper aware of such differences, but this, to Sibyl, simply wasn't the average person.
