"You also saw my sister's magic before it was performed."
Now that brought her out of this most recent thought pattern. Her own brow rose high, staring back at him with new shock.
"What do you mean?"
"The bright white lights you saw, extending from her, I did not see, Stare," he spoke slowly and calmly. "The lines, going up her arms, connecting to the environment ... that was not normal. In fact she had not even performed the spell then. She was merely preparing for it, which should have no real effect on the world, other than the physical symptoms. By her. Or unless a particular type of magic allows for that. But holy smite ... that is a basic divine ability, and though it does take energy from the world around you in order to cast a blow to another, it does not appear like that. Ever."
"But -the lights dimmed!" Stare protested, sitting up straighter. "They physically shifted to a darker setting, and then brightened again when you made her release the magic."
For a moment Vitruvion paused, and he frowned slightly before Stare felt a heavy mental nudge against her conciousness. Figuring out what he wanted did not take long, for he was already talking about the same exact scene. Therefore she let her personal memory of seeing Ventrua gather the energy to cast the magic, and the spiderweb-like veins of white light runnning from her. She also pushed the focus to the atmosphere of the room itself, showing how the light, mostly artificial for there were no windows in the room, significantly fell in their brightness.
"Ah," Vitruvion nodded, "Must be another indication of magic occurring. More useful for those you cannot identify certainly. You see this-" he showed a memory to her, overcasting her own forcefully with a still of his. It showed a different angle of Ventrua, standing there with her fists - but with no weave of light lines surrounding her. There were not even the veins flowing into her body or around, and there definitely was not an alteration in the normal luminescence of the room. "Is what I saw, what I imagine my sister saw. You can see the magic building, Stare, see the build around her. In fact I would dare to say that in your aura sight, that glow of energy flowing through a person is indeed their magical power and energy. Tell me, what colours have you begun to see?"
Stare blinked slowly and dropped her eyes. Sighing, she thought back to the recent times she had used her ability to see others auras - literally their souls, it turned out - and by the colour of them find out their personalities. Also there was a pulsating glow from the heart - the more white it was the more honest they were being and were, in general. The darker it was the opposite was true - they were liars. By instinct she could tell in this sight also if they were male, female, both or neither, and how old exactly they were. But recently, especially, she remembered in concern to a particular demon by the name of Nosdyn that her and Vitruvion were now familar with, and a man named Nevin, her aura sight had slipped slightly. In both those individual cases Stare had clearly seen a shimmer of pattern within them that connected to the magic they could be associated with. Nevin flowed with blood red veins - he was a blood mage - and Nosdyn flowed with black - he was a demon, and a user of darker magics. Ventrua's magic had been white, most likely because it meant her magic was divine, which was the force behind her, after all. It made sense, then to assume that all magics and energies - even flows of power that gave strength to limbs and muscle - could be attributed to a colour from which their power came. Crimson red was blood magic, black was dark, white was godly. A hot orange, probably flickering, Stare could imagine to be fire and a white-blue ... ice?
"I agree," Vitruvion spoke knowingly. "Obviously more study will help us to ascertain which exact colours mean what, and what happens if they have no particular source at all, just as we did with the general aura, but I do agree. Knowing also when a being is preparing a spell is exceptionally useful." He leant forwards, "You are doing well, Stare, very well."
