[ This line of discussion would be a lot more fun for Ieza if it were able to leave more of an impression, if she were in a position to do more with it. As it is she's stuck lining up the terms she's given with the terms she already knows, trapped in the first stages of association, with a limited ability to produce genuinely new syntheses. What 'mutant' might mean is superceded by what she already knows it should mean, in her experience. That is, that it is derived from cantum - mutare, mutatum. ]

'Changing ability'? [ or maybe ] 'Ability to change'? [ or even ] 'Changed ability'?

[ That could describe just about any praxis. ]

What is the mechanism? [ That is, what is it behind its name, a name which could mean anything. We are all of us changing, all the time.

Well, most of us are.

Way to rub it in, Charles. ]

I observed his memories, [ she replies, icily self-satisfied that at least her answer will be a real answer, ] the ones most laden with emotion. The broadest leaves of his rose. It is an anamnetic praxis. More like examining the rings of a tree than asking a question in language. It is a consultation of the being's being as time and experience have shaped it.