“W-well, sometimes they’re called the forces, or waves, or-or Thuamatic convulsions-” Aaaand there she went. Handy was treated to a crash course lesson on the nature of magic. To be honest, he did not understand three quarters of the terminology she used but he believes he got the gist of it. Essentially the night he was brought into the world was the last of a small window of opportunity brought about by the alignment, or convergence, of sources of magic. It was apparently a minor manifestation but enough to power complex rituals with extreme ease. Most modern magical practice did not rely on such convergences, there was often little cause to, relying instead on the plentiful magic present in apparently God-damn everything and the specific magical power and skill of individuals wielding it.