"Blue Magic, huh?" She nodded slowly. Magic had colours. Blue magic was the colour of transportation. Why blue had anything to do with magic movement she had no idea, but if that was what these people who were far more than the mere initiate she was said, then that was what they said. She would look at the destruction, and then, in one of the shattered pieces of glass, catch a vision of herself, staring back at her. She would blink twice and quickly look away, feeling a twinge of pain start at the base of her head. No. No looking at any of that. Keep focused ahead, not at the glass.

"I can think of a war that was started from... Well, not an attic, but very high up regardless. Promise me you won't defenestrate me?" She gave a chuckle to show that it was a joke... But she was a little nervous. As she placed her hands on the cold metal, she would mutter a small prayer to herself. "No mirrors. No mirrors. No mirrors. No mirrors."