This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
"Of arcane majors? Illusions, elementalism, extraplanar studies, necromancy, I don't have the list memorized."
"And that is what you have learned today. You have a bright future in making people's hair sparkle or animating children's cartoons."
"I can't imagine anyone will be interested in switching that to magic anytime soon," she giggles.
"Probably with greater difficulty," she admits, "but we've got the infrastructure and industry in place, so. It involves having a lot of individual images just a little different from each other."
"Etherscaping pictures is kind of hard... I guess I don't know if the computer equivalent is equally hard."
"Neither do I. I'm sure we can find someone to ask, if you want to know."
"Animation in particular isn't a priority but I do hope to get crystal balls cooperating with computers."
"Far as I can tell they're the nearest equivalent, although there could be differences I don't know about because I don't know enough about computers."
"So at some point I'll want an introduction to computers. Probably after I learn a little more English so I can make any sense of the text in them."
"There are languages other than English on computers but unless you want to browse Idaia's personal documents Quenya isn't one of them," Gloria agrees.
"It's not urgent enough that I need to look at her personal files."
"Higher priority is interplanar communication so I can tell my Fëanáro that he does not need to go to Materia to rescue me."
"Yep. So I'm going to reconstruct the thing I made to let Valinor people talk to their loved ones in the Outer Lands and then I'm going to hack at it until it can cross planes."