Bay let her pencil lazily draw designs over and around the words, they were there but obscured in a haze of wildlife and flowers she hastily put together as camouflage. Once that was done, "Thorne favors what's called academic magic. It's learned through memorizing text in dead languages, recited with intent and some hand gestures. Somewhat dancelike."

See, if they stopped talking, it'd be obvious that they knew they were being spied on. Of course, it was obvious, because the spies were really easy to spot without the noise and clutter of sound. To see who was working, and who was looking like they were.

"Wild Magic seems to be everywhere, but no nation really like it. Magic done through raw emotion rather than a directed spell structure. The rural country has Gods they pray to, which gives them access to spellwork. And the Cities use magic worked into devices and tools, New Magic." Stated like someone who was reciting out of a recent academic article on magical theory, save not stating the nation of Solvunn because she still has no idea how that's pronounced and she isn't trying until she can practice it a little. "All I know is none of it will get me home. And that the instructors here won't even try to match my needs."

If she sounds bitter that instructors in the castle either don't believe she can learn magic, or believe she can then insist on talking while their back is to her, it is because she's very bitter about this. Fortunately she's behaving normally and it seems to have gotten the local informants in the library to put their attention back to casually listening rather than actively listening.