Concordia's Children

There was another one.

Another awakened with an avatar. Aurora had been able to feel it ever since she arrived. Everyone at the school had some sort of magical ability of sorts, but it was very, very different from those mages that practiced theirs around the nine spheres. Strangely, paradox didn't seem to care much. There were others like her, and while the paradigm different, everyone believed in the existence of the supernatural, leaving her own abilities unbounded.

In an ironic sense, she wasn't protecting the students, they were protecting her.

Aurora chuckled to herself slightly at the notion. A master being protected by the very students she sought to teach. An awkward relationship, but a helpful and symbiotic one at that.

Unfortunately, she had been unable to locate the human, or otherwise, that had the avatar. At least without using her own magic. It was something she considered, but intended on holding off on until the time was right. If it was ever. Avatars were powerful beings in their own right, and locating them could occasionally be somewhat difficult...kind of like being blinded by an aura. Not the best analogy, but it was accurate enough.

Without a lead, Thirteen stopped half way up the staircase and looked down in some form of wonder and amazement. It was still difficult to believe a place like this worked, but here it was in all its glory. And then what were classes going to be like?

Lots of questions, very few answers. A shame really...but then again, fate liked keeping its surprises.

She kept some of her own after all.

Aurora turned slightly when a man not much older than maybe twenty or so entered the hallway. It wasn't quite was she was expecting, but given the size of the room she was in, it wasn't entirely a surprise either. What she did start laughing and shaking her head at was the fact that this man had been the one she had been looking for this entire time. And look...fate had delivered him right to her.

A strange world now isn't it?

Young mages weren't all that rare, but one with such a prime signature was, on the other hand. Being the curious one she was, Aurora wondered if it was just an anomaly, or if he had reached some level of understanding with the tapestry that most didn't have access to. Aurora had gotten her ability through intense study and willpower...along with over 100 years of work. Granted there was a bit of jealousy, but if such was fate, there was nothing to be angry about.

"I don't come here regularly, this is the first time actually."

Aurora wasn't lying, and she wasn't exactly sure what had brought her to the ballroom in the first place. Fate maybe. Or just a sheer stroke of good luck. Aurora pushed herself from her leaning position over the rail and looked down, semi-cheerful and content.

"Something tells me you come here rather regularly on the other hand, am I right?"

There was a tear between worlds in the room; she didn't need magic to tell there wasn't a coincidence at play.

"The first is correct, Nakata. My name is Acarya Silivasi, Aurora Cecilia Silivasi, I'm one of the newer professors here."

Although not necessarily her custom, Aurora bowed as well; he had not used many formalities, so the word 'Acarya,' or roughly, 'teacher,' would suffice for now. As somewhat expected, there was already some magic flying in the air, and a resonance that Aurora was not immediately familiar with; a common trait among paradigms that were new to mages. No doubt hers was just as strange to him as well.

The only difference was that Aurora didn't attempt a counterspell, or a pattern scan of her own. Whatever circumstances he had come by his awakening were of his own, and her understanding of it was supposed to be limited. Master or not, she did not dabble in the affairs of one's personal life unless they explicitly requested it.

Or unless it became...required.

Apparently however, he had gotten what he wanted out of his spell: the two had almost certainly come to the same conclusion that there was something the same about them, and yet something much, much different than your run of the mill supernatural encounter.

"I'd be happy to join you for tea."

Aurora's hand left the railing, and she stepped down slightly, thinking of his answer to the question about the ballroom. If he lived close, it would certainly explain the strange resonance in the room. An umbral tear...not something she was well-versed in, but reasonably enough to discern what was going on.

"What did you wish to talk about? I'm going to guess something that involves our similarities."

And why not? Those are the types of questions she would ask in this scenario...and probably would come here very soon.

"No no, first names are quite alright. And you're right, I'm not Indian; one of my friends are. They gave me the title, and it stuck."

It was also official in a capacity. The term was not exactly meant for the teaching of children, but at least it made the term a bit more peaceful. As she was asked to hold still, flames started spreading over her body quite literally like wildfire, and although it didn't burn, and didn't necessarily surprise her, finding one self on fire at any time was bound to be a little disconcerting.

But if the fire and flames were his paradigm, she wouldn't judge. Some found magic in the oddest places. Another friend could actually weave the nine spheres from cooking, and while Aurora had always thought that cooking was something special on its own, never once had she been able to coax a cupcake to explode on its own. Aurora giggled slightly. Cupcakes were now on the list when she got back.

To the matter at hand though, it appeared that her assumption about the umbral tear was quite correct, and considering her easy transition into the realm, it was a very thin tear, like a paper cut even. What the man had built however was something more than a bit special. Almost on cue, she removed her shoes and set them aside, walking to inspect the work he had done on his sanctum...impressive to say the least.

"I'm pretty sure if I did find it, I wouldn't have ripped the umbra open to see what was inside."

Aurora mentioned lightly. The crack was extremely thin, and there was no damage done. Mostly, the note was simply on the fact wasn't particularly well versed in actual spirit magic. Okay, but not great. Facechecking an umbral realm was a good way of getting dumpstered by a possible inhabitant pretty quickly.

"You know, I don't think too many people would be thrilled with hiding a house in a school...but I won't tell."

Aurora smiled. The house wasn't actually in the school, but it kind of was. Confusing to say the least.

"Did you build this place yourself?"

"Oh, technicalities."

The umbra was a place not usually accessible by the unawakened, and since the school didn't exactly seem full of awakened mages that would use the umbra for something else, hiding a house out in a little pocket was hardly, if at all, a thing of concern. As a bit more expected, the house was a sanctum as well: a place where someone could go to practice without the whole problem of paradox. Thirteen had one as well located nearby, but not in the school itself.

Unfortunately, while Thirteen was something of a master of small talk and avoiding the obvious subject that they were meant to discuss, it appeared Nakata wouldn't have any of it. Probably still a young guy. Aurora shook her head slightly having been shaken out of a lovely conversation, and took her seat.

"Quick to the point I see. Alright."

Aurora disconnected the cloak around her neck, folded it neatly and set it next to her while she decided what to say. Plenty of potential, but knowledge was another thing entirely.

"I'm not sure about the term 'nameless ones,' but you're mostly correct about the rest. Mages are, barring some exceptions, governed by nine seats of the council, each representing one of the nine spheres of magic as we know it. And yes, each tradition has its specialty magic, but you'll find that it's an overarching generalization for the most part, each mage finds their own path and paradigm to cast."

She rubbed her left temple a moment and sighed, catching her breath.

"By the word 'Acarya,' you assumed Indian. The Chakravanti, or Euthanatoi as they're known now are descendant from an original group of Indian death mages. Hence the terms."

That was all fine and dandy, but it frankly made the entire tradition sound like a bunch of necromancers, which was about as far from the truth as it could have been, despite their openness about the subject. Aurora held her tongue about the 'Good Death,' a ritualistic execution, and obligation she wasn't exactly proud of.

"The Chakravanti hold the seat of entropy on the council, and it's a subject I excel at. I command master/archmage level in both entropy and time, along with a modest understanding and practice in other spheres, although it's not my forte."