As the man returned beneath the umbrella and explained, Nari was quiet, absorbing the idea that there were vast swaths of magic she could never know. The dragon’s magic was very physical, an intuitive part of her that she could command with a thought. That there existed research on magic with fields and studies and other technical disciplines was endlessly fascinating to her. Humans could do such interesting things with aspects of the world that she took for granted.
Further, the idea of astral planes was wholly unfamiliar. Intangible, out of sight, out of mind. She looked back up at the umbrella and noted it was still floating, moving with them as they left the bar down the street and meandered into a neighborhood. When he paused and looked down at her, Nari had been intently listening, her brow furrowed with thought. Now that he looked for a response, she quirked a smile and judged, “You are being too modest.”
She was impressed, that much was clear.