Llarasa had already retrieved a book from a shelf in the hallway and brought it back to the table by the time Ahnasha had finished her words. Llarasa flipped through the pages with her eyes glued to the daedric script within, flanking the pictures of constellations on each page. "That would be quite extraordinary to see," Llarasa commented. "I confess, I do not know magic widely enough to know beyond our own family's traditions, much less the mages guild. I've heard stories about amazing things that could be done with old magic." She shrugged. "I also do agree that there is more to one than their birthsign. It is merely a curiosity of mine."

Finally, after taking a sip of tea, Monderyn's curiosity overcame his withdrawn demeanour. He looked to Ahnasha with his brow lowered with scepticism. "How does an Argonian get taught ancient magicks? You make her sound like a Psijic monk."

"She's no Psijic." Fendros grinned. "She simply learned from the natives of Black Marsh. They have their own old magic, Meesei just developed it a bit further, I think."

Llarasa hummed curiously at the page in front of her.

Fendros turned his head. "What is it?"

For a moment, Llarasa did not respond, instead silently counting on her fingers. Fendros was about to ask again when she cast her eyes up to Ahnasha and spoke. "I do not want to sound rude, Ahnasha, but are you about twenty six years old? Give or take a year?" She raised a finger and placed it on a page depicting three stars connected by a central fourth star between them. "You could be a serpent."