"She specialises in primal magic?" There's a kind of hunger sparked by this, one that she's not truly sure how to process, how to acknowledge. She is learning about her family from someone who is, really, a perfect stranger. It is not as though the types of magic are limitless; her aunt had been a Spirit Healer, but her great (great?) aunt worked with primal magic? Something they had in common, even if there is little else. Herian is not quite speechless, but there is something awestruck in her tone. Grandmother of the whole Circle - kind, then, she assumes. Grandmother implied fondness, more than severity.

Cerys Amsel was last seen alive, and defying the orders of a Knight-Commander. Perhaps she could not fault her that.

But— "Pranks? Really?" That was not, perhaps, in keeping with the sort of sage wisdom one might expect of a woman in her later decades. Herian isn't sure if she's intrigued or just concerned.