"I see. So it's something you're...born into?" Koby doesn't know what astrology is -- something to do with stars, that much is obvious -- but apparently it's something magic-adjacent. Iggy gets a thoughtful once-over, as if it'll be immediately visible whether he can do magic or not. Koby's mildly jealous of anyone who's been brought here already understanding how magic works -- it doesn't make the least sense to him. "What kind of histories?"

Koby manages to keep from squeaking or squawking, but it's a near thing. His face is crimson now, and he hisses: "Can you -- please not be so loud." Which isn't denying that fact...