"That is fair," she chuckled. "I think often of escape, so many of my questions of powers may lead to such." Why not after all? It had defined her life for quite some time.

"The Old Blood as they tell in tales tended to be rather unique. Few could study the same way, Power came and was used different for each according to nature. There were the old ancients who could do great and wondrous things, but one would sing, another would paint and the like. They could open gates and walk between worlds, many of which bring new blood to my lands still to this day, but no two alike. I wonder what they would make of your magics, and how many would be able to touch as you do..."