She closed her eyes and focused inwardly. At least that was what I was imagining she was doing. This was the best way to truly feel the base nature of magic. Aether in the old tongue. It was this that everyone felt when a ritual was conducted. The fresh magic coming from the Astral plane into the material. It would first gravitate to our magical cores, a font of the same make. Overflowing our core with fresh magic, which cascades through the body and continues outwards.