Via beamed from her father's praise. She wants to make him proud and the confirmation leaves her teeming with glee. And a little sheepish joy, but that's normal when this happens.

With Stolas' guidance, she closes her eyes, feeling for the magic in the air. The mana within the world itself, the dreamotion that powered a great many thing and...something darker. Something far less pleasant than the others. It's in great quantities in a certain direction, the one the two owls are facing. Octavia nods.

"Nightmare energy. Like dreamotion, but drawing from negative emotions. It's so concentrated...that must be from the crystals."

She places a hand over her chest. "I wonder if that means they're a live in some way..."