Disclaimer: The Old Kingdom and it's characters are the property of Garth Nix, I'm just imagining something I wished was in the books.
Astarael had existed for some period of what humans would call time as the dispersion of energy in her old home. For human centuries she had been unconscious, quietly sorrowing her isolation in the depths of the earth, half in and half out of death. She was rarely disturbed there, and that was the point. That was why she hid herself away in the caves in the first place. But now the free magic tug of Orannis pulled her into a state of awareness, and she felt the stirring of others – others woven of charter or free magic – all around. She tried to remember the names of things, and when she remembered she grew angry. Things were awake that should not be awake. She could not leave her caves to help, not without causing destruction, so she tried to cry herself back to sleep.
She was deep in her own thoughts when she realized there was someone entering her domain. She was so surprised she didn't notice right away who they were. She wondered when she last had a visitor. Ah, yes, that poor Abhorsen…which one? Kalliel. Even then she had hardly awoken, and thus his fate was sealed. One of her children had come digging into her quiet haven, disturbing her sleep. She had been annoyed, certainly, at having been woken, or she would not have forgotten the consequences of talking to one of them. All she wanted to do was talk to someone. She was so lonely. But this didn't feel like Kalliel. There was more than one of them, and they were an unusual bunch. She had to remember again, for these were different things than she had felt before. Two of them were part of her, yet somehow different. The other two…how unexpected! A golden opportunity! Time to have a word with Yrael…