Call it awkward. Venat, in another guise, was used to prayers being directed to her. Never had she had a true place or person or being to direct hers to. But in truth, what were prayers but focus and energy, a pattern and a shape much like a spell?

And she was used to power, the taking and receiving, so when she felt a trickle in response to her thoughts, she relaxed and opened herself up. The sudden flood of aether rushing from her made her sway, free hand to her temple as if to grip onto her sense with physical force.