[ Yseult leans onto the desk to look more closely at the design as Cosima answers. A glance up at 'describe that mathematically'--a topic maybe even further out of her wheelhouse than memory magic--but patterns in nature she can grasp, and symmetry and beauty. ]

I've seen shells this shape. [ she swirls a finger in the air above Cosima's forearm ] Small ones. The way it fades into something like a painting is lovely.

[ She gives it another beat of observation before biting at the dangling hook. ] What was your first?