At Palom’s invitation, Connie sits down and begins listening intently to Palom, nodding along. It’s obvious that if she had a paper and pencil, she would be taking notes, but considering that her mind was already like a steel trap it wasn’t a huge loss. At Palom’s last sentence, Connie’s eyes light up, and she snickers slightly. “I see. So what you’re saying is that while the Druidic aspects of black magic traditions aren’t entirely without purpose, it’s a better use of your time and energy to focus on the technical and mental aspects so you can actually produce results, primarily through using emotional energy or some other psychic resource,” she breathes in and out, channeling all that frustration Palom had helpfully generated for her and combining it with all the focusing techniques Pearl had taught her to produce a tiny, spluttering ball of flame. She opens her eyes, and the fire momentarily flares with her excitement before she gets it under control again. However, her wide grin remains. “Like so!”