Myodin shifted in her seat, listening intently as her eyes stayed pinned on her role-model of the evening speak away. Her answer had been right, which brought a nice blush across her face in pleasure and pride. She was so happy she did not even notice the cringing look the Acranist had expressed, simply more focused on the fact that in her perspective, she had been praised.<br/><br/>She had bit her lip at the mention of how Laglant thought it<span style="font-style: italic">their</span>fault above all, because the entire concept was a bit of a sore spot for the young mage. She had been so adept at causing accidental trouble around the University and tower that she felt it was a perfectly painted image of her that they had in their heads for the type of person that had brought on the warp. It didn't help that in some of her kin's most furious episodes upon one of her creations escaping, they had claimed it was people like<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>that were the reason the word was getting torn apart by the northern warp. This only further supported her thoughts, and so a gloved hand was raised to brush some loose threads of hair behind her ear with a heavy expression of embarrassment.<br/><br/>Then the Arcanist spoke up, and she tried to bring back her focus onto the words that were being said by the higher ups once more. He had mentioned that they each had a special magic against the warp, which brought a feminine brow to be raised on the young girl's cheek. What sort of magic did she have? Perditio was certainly not good for anything constructive, and everything else she was adapt at doing had nothing to do with warps or dimensions at all, except for...<br/><br/>Suddenly, it made sense why she was here, and a mischievous grin started to spread across her face. The words she had sworn to her teachers whirled back to her, and the young Thaumathurge realized that this situation was the exact "dire emergency" she needed to test out some of Spatium's more magnificent, direct effects! Myodin was so pleased she even let out a snort of a giggle, her violet eyes  narrowing in a sheepish, knowing manner before she perked up as the Druid took the speaking role. She shrugged at the idea of malign magic, seemingly now prepared for anything as she huddled back into her seat with content, looking on as Winnifred asked if anyone had any questions or concerns.<br/><br/>She had none<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>, that was for certain!