The elder enjoying the festivities, but at a distance. Still sitting in that chair. 

The apprentice is making trips to the tables and bringing back food. At some point, will swing by to greet Weiss. 

A quieter part of the party sounds good actually. She's just glad not too many people are congratulating her.

She goes over to 3 mender mi and sits and eats for a bit, before saying, "You were interested in illusions?"

The elder nods, enjoying quieter company. Translation amulet to the apprentice.

“Yes! Possess questions. Pursuit of all knowledge of magics is my task.”

"Ah."

Magic briefly flows into her eyes as she peers at the scene with Arcane Sight.

"Well, I could use a distraction from useless thoughts. Ask away?"

“Complication of rules? Length of memories? effects of types of rock?”

"Approximately 'yes'- I can build them up a bit at a time.... As long as I can clearly focus, visualize, and push out the scene- I think the magic also boosts my visualization, I definitely don't remember being this good at it. No effect, it's just convenient to have physical objects for the magic to refer to, like switches... Or... Logic gates... HOLY FUCK I CAN BUILD A COMPUTER!"

Starry eyes. “Yes. Translation artifact has insufficient eyes to send words clearly. I think your words are the ones I think. Permit me to help please.”

"Paper, I need- The hell am I talking about I don't need paper-"

Ugh. The memories are so fuzzy. It was ones and zeros, she thinks, and there were gates. And gates, and or gates, and those combined into... Memory, and hard drives?

"I'm going to need lots of people's help to make this make sense..."

Does she need to start from binary? She knows her illusion-stacks can stay put for a long time if they're 'turned off', but... Boxes in the air that say 'and' and 'or' and 'not' in them, cycling through the four possible values and lighting up or dimming...

"I don't remember the details at all, but from very simple rules like 'this and this' or 'this or this' or 'not this', I knew a people once who made ridiculous, incredible things..."

“Paper.” A small notebook taken from a pocket somewhere. “No paper?”

”Books mentioning such things. Books possessed by the great library. Artifacts obedient to set rules. I quest to put a story in one.”

"Like a game, yes! I want to see the library when things are a little calmer here!"

“I see… Is your illusion magic of learning. Or magic of being?”

"Uh- I'm pretty sure you have to be a kitsune to do it. And most kitsunes aren't nearly as good at it as me. Sorry."

“Understanding…”

”I will still gain possession of books and other helpfulness.”

She is futzing with gates and shapes in the air, trying and failing to remember how adding two binary numbers works. No... That's obviously wrong... What if she snaps them together like this...?

"This is an exciting thing that I forgot existed! Thank you!"

“Mh. Exciting. Avoid distraction of mending studies.”

Hm? Words? No. There is only logic gates.

She noms a thing distractedly, then blinks at how tasty it is, and suspends her work.

"...Right, an apprentice's day job is learning. This would be... A hobby, I guess? I'm still excited, of course."

“Great work is learning!”

“Honor to name of our people, learn and work magic of your people. But the word you say. Hobby.”

"I don't understand? It's good, but still a hobby compared to learning mending?"

Shrug. “People require possession of mender. I plan to dissipate into great beyond. Before occurrence, te must learn to mend. Otherwise community mend all object by hand.”

...Ah. Right. Old non-kitsunes die... Don't think about it too hard. This is a party. Sheesh.

"Very practical. My friend Sinnah would like it. She calls herself a magic stamp. She makes magic trapped in paper and ink all day, and sells it. 'If people didn't need scrolls I couldn't sell them', she would say."

“Ink and paper. Hm. Honor in the art of calligraphy magic.”

There’s a commotion happening closer to the center of the party. Some newcomer has crashed the party and is distributing her own drinks— the good stuff. To the consternation of the master of ceremonies and the celebration of everyone else.