I told Calais of the things I learned — of magic, agriculture, and of any knowledge that I came across that seemed interesting. I omitted the part about me searching for ways to return to my world, though.
"Now that I told you about my life, it's your turn," I say.
We are close to the summit now. I take a deep breath. Talking while climbing stairs is hard even if I am practicing both my body and magic lately.
After a minute, I still heard no response from Calais. He is silent while holding my hands. He is also carrying a small bag. He says that it contains our blankets, drinks and snacks.
