And since, despite the world's admitted tendency towards situations best left in the more dramatic varieties of literature, it wasn't literally a stereotypical gothic novel, Kanimir didn't expect anything in particular to happen. If nothing else, there were far more storms that happened to happen at night than there were potentially literature-worthy shenanigans. So it's completely reasonable for him to be curled up in his grand library, enjoying a book on magical theory.
"I believe that bird is called a Lesser Phoenix. I wasn't aware they were artificial."
"The magic is... I don't know. Maybe magic just grows like that sometimes. But it looks made to me. And I don't know why anyone would make that bird."
On the other hand, fire resistance sounds useful... She pulls apart the reflection to see how much of that property she can take. It comes away much more nicely than the unicorns. Unicorns are tricky.
That they are.
"It's possible someone created them just to prove that they could, or because they thought birds that were on fire sounded pretty."
It's significantly less obvious than the other things, but there is also a bit of magic ensuring that the unicorns are extra-pretty--making sure their coats luster well, is one of the largest parts.
Oh, what a cute little bit of magic. And it's small enough and tidy enough that once she finds it she can just... scoop!
"That seems to be a common thread in our discourse on magic," Kanimir comments dryly. "Would you mind if I circumscribed an imprintation circle so that I can get a record of it, next time?"
"Okay," she says. "You can watch me try to figure out unicorns some more if you want. They're tricky."
He nods, circumscribes some area, and then begins peering intently at chunks of crystal.
Using her selfspace still looks pretty much like using her selfspace. Same old, same old.
But she also has several new additions. Like for example her entire body being sort of a cheap knockoff unicorn's horn. That's new. As is the infinite lifespan she copied from the unicorn tender. And the fire resistance she got from the bird.
"...You just immortalized yourself," he says slowly. "I very much wish I had been able to observe that."
"I could try detaching it and putting it back, but I've never done that before. Maybe I'll try it with the shiny hair..."
She tries it with the shiny hair. The shiny hair escapes. She sighs.
He purses his lips and nods at the crystals. "Can you copy it straight from the unicorns again?"
"Yes."
Shiny hair, shiny hair, where are you keeping your shiny hair...? It's good that there are so many unicorns. There, now she's got it.