"That may be worthwhile."

She nods. "Sorry."

"I'm a very irregular student, I don't expect instantaneous adaptation to my needs."

"I'm glad." She takes a piece of paper out of her pocket, writes something on it, and puts it back in her pocket.

"What should I try next?"

"I'm going to levitate something; see what you can find out about that?"

"Can you be more specific? Several times now I have mistargeted what turned out to be the intended aim of the exercise."

"...Good point. The idea is that instead of asking a specific question you just sort of--ask for any information on the magical action."

"Can you rephrase that?"

"I will levitate--this rock," she says, picking one off the ground. "You use Sympathy magic to query the universe about the general characteristics of the magic acting on the rock."

"Okay."

And when the rock is up she asks. The universe ought to know and it's been so cooperative, and her tutor says it should be doable, so surely it will be no trouble.

That is definitely some magic there! It is Effort magic. It is about yea much Effort magic. It is levitating the rock in this manner.

...huh.

"Well?" her tutor prompts. "What are you getting?"

"It's Effort but I struggle to describe how much or what it's doing in words."

"That sounds about right," she chuckles.

"No standard measurement?"

"They exist but I didn't expect you to know them. If you want to come back to my office it's nearby and I have charts."

"I would love to see charts."

She traipses off to her chart-infested office.

Follow follow.

Her office is very tastefully decorated, under the piles and piles of books and papers!

Good!

There are a lot of haphazardly piled books and papers, though. Shepenwepet starts rummaging through them, looking for the charts.

Ambela sings quietly in the meanwhile.