There were many Gembound who might have been knowledgable, patient teachers. Aran would have been fortunate to run across any one of them.

Hecate was not among these.

Instead, her own ignorance made her ruffle her feathers in irritation, her voice growing dismissive and, again, clipped. "I don't know; you just do. You focus on wanting something to happen, and it does. I feel mine in my eyes, when I see, but that is seeing, so of course it is the eyes," she explained in what she assumed was a reasonable manner.

Hecate was unaware that her eyes were sheeted with her gemstone; she wasn't all that familiar with the stones, their source or their abilities. Many Gembound might, eventually, realize the connection between stone and magic, if theirs were one of those that glowed with its use, but Hecate was unaware of this link.

"Here, see if you can sense anything when I do this," she suggested, finally (if reluctantly) being helpful. She concentrated, for a moment--the gemstone sheath across her eyes glowing, again, a brilliant emerald. After a moment, a second phosphorescent wisp curled into smoky existence beside the first--bobbing there delicately in the air over the pair, offering its gentle light.

Hecate shifted, clicking her beak and ruffling her feathers, as if impatiently. "Yes, yes, of course sense means feel! But when you feel yourself casting magic, it is not with your skin or your fur, no. Unless you cast magic from there," she added, and shrugged delicately. She could not imagine anyone doing so; it all seemed rather uncouth, but who knew what these other, ground-dwelling creatures might get up to-?

"In any case--have you any more questions? Otherwise, perhaps I might move on." Her voice was musical, her tone a little haughty. She liked the company--it was a rare thing--but such a young one had few things to say that interested her. She was certainly a snobby creature, and the idea of hanging around for such unstimulating conversation was already boring her.

When no response came she departed, her already-thin patience worn into total disinterest.