[It looks like Eliot's magic, the fireball burning without light in the center of Somnus' palm and Quentin's stomach clenches.]

Yeah, some magicians could do that, too? In my world. I had a friend who was really good with ice. And another one who did amazing things with light.

[And Julia, Goddess of the Trees. Josh, the Herbalist and all the Naturalists on campus.]

How I use it? I guess magic flows here, too. Except-- it's harder. I can't do as much as I'm used to.