Her laugh rings through the room, and draws attention, but she waited for them to turn around, before she extended her fingers toward him, palm up.

"No! If it were only my mind, I would still be a force to be reckoned with, but I mean a gift. Such as sorcery, or magic."

To punctuate her point, she let a spray of stars coalesce in her palm, before they started to spill outward, and down. "All bearers have the ability to learn, and grow, and gain power. It is the way we fight for the oracles."