An atom is one of the smallest building blocks in the universe. It makes up everything: you and I, the fire between us, this music box . . . they clump together, forming different elements, which eventually make up different things. Now, obviously, these things adhere to gravity-- but my theory stated that if I could encapsulate them in light, I could prevent them from being dragged down by gravity. Sort of a shield, if you will.
[Ah yes, the sweet sweet sounds of things he barely understands. He stops himself from saying something about how it's like magic, which is In All Things—he can tell, at least, that this is something a lot more... sound? Deep down? Magic is in all things but she's talking about something tangible, from what he can follow—
Oh, of course. [She can brag, he evidently finds it charming - considering as far as he's concerned, there has never been a more correct statement than "Rosalind is a genius"?? She doesn't spend all of her genius show-off time telling him he's a dumb fool and that magic is fake, either, which really helps.
MERlin;
[She takes a deep breath. It's Lecture Time.]
An atom is one of the smallest building blocks in the universe. It makes up everything: you and I, the fire between us, this music box . . . they clump together, forming different elements, which eventually make up different things. Now, obviously, these things adhere to gravity-- but my theory stated that if I could encapsulate them in light, I could prevent them from being dragged down by gravity. Sort of a shield, if you will.
Still with me?
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So. He nods.]
Sure. Did it work?
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[It's a brag, to be certain, but she's not exaggerating either.]
It was my first breakthrough-- and the reason I managed to attract the attention of a patron.
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So, please, regale him with genius stories.]
And then what happened?