I sat in a garden with Sylphiette, sipping tea and eating scones. We both happened to have a sweet tooth. I'd just had a heavy breakfast, and now this. Normally, I'd rejoice, but I just don't feel that way.
She wasn't saying anything; she just watched me with scrutinizing eyes. The wind spirit let me go after 'brunch,' but she called me back to have lunch with her and dinner as well. The routine continued for some days, and by the end of the week, I was used to stuffing my face all day. In my innocent mind, I just assumed she was bored and needed company, so I took what I was given.
We were sitting in the garden during our daily moment of silence when she spoke for the first time in a week.
"Are you still interested in learning how to use magic?" she asked. I looked at her. "That was the deal, remember?"
"Oh, yes," I said.
"So?"
