More than once, she had thought to invite the young bearer of Magic to study under her, to promulgate the art. She was young, receptive, enthusiastic, and open-minded in many encouraging ways, but she was also the primordial emblem of exactly why it was so hard for Luna to encourage its growth. She seemed utterly incapable of accepting that there were arts one could use, could learn, yet never fully comprehend in their use. She was young yet; she would have time, so perhaps one day that might change. It was ever so lonely being the only one who could truly appreciate the sheer miracle that hung over their heads at night.