"...Well, no." Of course you couldn't. "There's the First Enchanter, who runs the place, then the rest of the Enchanters, the run-of-the-mill Mages. Even some Apprentices get to adulthood without going through the Harrowing."

A glance down toward the grass at that, a small expression of shame and regret that Vasran hoped, at least, wasn't too obvious.

Her heart may have skipped a beat.

"Then there's the Tranquil, and the Templars, of course..." She looked up again to study Ariadne's face. This really was all new to her.

"You really are from another world, aren't you?"