Peculiar. The boy radiates energy that most closely reminds her of thalergy, but whenever she attempts to pin it now for closer examination it slips from her grasp like little flitting fish. It would be neater to lift his soul slightly from his body and fix it in place, but that would cause all manner of distress, and besides, she would want a proper laboratory.

She does mark his birth origins as being unusual as well, but that is less interesting. She was the one who perfected the vatwombs, whatever other long dead people might say, and parentage has almost always been interesting only up to a point.

"You could say that," she mutters, brow creased as she sifts out more of the unusual energy pattern, "Though not at all like the undisciplined nonsense they practice here - are you a practitioner of magic?"