Celestia ignored her. She had just felt a strong twitch in the weave of magic. Normally, there were frequent fluctuations, which she’d grown to ignore centuries ago. Occasionally, though, something powerful enough happened that it drew her attention. She prided herself on being able to classify what type of magic it was and what sort of creature had caused it, but in this case she was drawing a blank. There was a vaguely familiar feel to the surge, but it was carrying an unidentifiable overtone. She sighed. No doubt the court magicians were already puzzling over the source. 