"Immortality," Evra mutters. He scribbles automancy in his notes, and asks, "Do you just think, and it happens?"

"The colors or the immortality? I mean, I have to know what I'm doing."

"Both."

"I have to know what I'm doing, but I've got colors down now so I can do it really fast." Her eyes turn solid black, then gold, then back to normal. "Automancy is the art of changing oneself. When you know an aspect of it's sort of like moving a limb - you could still be better or worse at playing the flute but that's not because some of your fingers are paralyzed or anything."

"That's... interesting. All of our magic deals with externalities," Evra says. "We can't change ourselves, only our surroundings."

"I mean, there are other kinds of 'mancy, automancy's just the one I'm working on."