She needed to revive the art, she decided, for many were the mysteries of the stars that even only she was beginning to comprehend, those fae flickers of lights upon the expanse of the sky so far above them all, their secrets so unutterable in their intricacies and beauty, so inviting in their mystery. It would be a hard sell – mystical arts had been unpopular even back during that great age of fire and sword, when the formalization of magic had been what allowed them to impose order and healing on a world that had been broken and shattered. Even more for the modern mage, the idea of having to abandon the entirely reasonable desire to understand the power they wielded on a near empirical level would be a hard sell.