Blood

Blood, particularly those of magical beings, is particularly aether rich. Although blood magic is frowned upon in all civilised societies... not all societies on Syshir are civilised.
As a child, Korana Tei, daughter of Lord Sukeh Tei, had her ability to channel aether removed from her, in an attempt to pass on the ability to her father. It didn't work, of course.

Korana shot back to consciousness in a wave of hot, blinding pain. Red haze obscured her vision, and as she had come her expect, her body's involuntary movements were stopped by the straps around wrist, ankle, hips, shoulders. She'd long since given up on struggling. Although when she woke in moments like this, it seemed her body wasn't quite as on board with the plan as her mind was. She stilled quickly. Movement, futile as it was, made it hurt worse.
Face-down, the leather bench stuck uncomfortably to the skin of her face. It wasn't built for someone her size, the hole where her face was meant to sit against was too large, causing her neck to crick at an awkward angle, as the strap that passed over the back of her head pressed her down. This was meant for those fully grown. At least she could feel that discomfort, and not whatever had happened on her back. She felt lightheaded, and although it may have been easier to float away again, that annoying, uncomfortable feeling reminded her that she was alive.
Rolling her eyes sideways, peering through one of the drainage holes in the side of the head-rest, Korana could see her father's back as he poured over a heavy tome, the dark shunsai he always wore in this particular part of the laboratory reflecting the bright light of the mage lamps that hung strategically across the room. It would not do for this workroom to be lit with insufficient light. If the staff asked where the vast majority of the high-house's powered crystals went after resupplied, it was likely they were not granted the opportunity to ask twice.
"Zachktk," her father cursed, and in the echoing silence, Korana could hear her blood dripping on the stone floor as if in response to him. She hadn't heard it just before, although given her father was still feet away from her, it must have been slowly doing so for some time.
Her father was muttering under his breath, but when she tried to strain to listen, ringing sounded in her ears, black dancing across her vision. When the ability to think returned to her, her father's shunsai filled her periphery on one side. Her back stung. Korana could smell something in the air. Charged. Metallic. Ozone and blood.

Type

Organic