Later that evening, Wolfe was relaxing in a reclining chair with the children, going through memories in a crystal without losing himself in the visions.
The twins had a firm grip on Ivan's arms, but they were sleeping and not trying to chew on him, so the little Magi didn't mind.
His mind was developing much more quickly than a normal child's should have, and he was just beginning to recognize the nature of human interactions. Until this point, he only recognized the individual scents and appearances of people who were commonly around him.
But that evening, he had made a profound discovery. All of those scents were actually different people, and the spices he could smell were their magic. Now that he was focusing, he could tell who was powerful, who was weak, which were demons, which were nannies and which were dad.
