She smoothed out the piece of paper, unfolding it and taking another moment to admire the elegant wax seal, stamped with the official sigil of a particular circle of academics and mages. "You've got an invitation to a symposium. Did you know you had an invitation to a symposium?"
Cy waved the parchment above the pestle, where it flapped over Cormac's experiment and the dedication could be clearly read: Dear Mssr. Hier...
"They're giving you a lecture spot and asking you to present one of your latest papers of your choice. Looks like there's going to be lots of different talks. I'm glad they're holding it in Emillion this year, I get so dreadfully bloody airsick whenever we have to travel for these conferences..."