Watery Menace

Uriel Tyrae

Watery Menace

“The same way every single magical being knows, my love,” came a voice from behind Morgana, echoing through their loving little cabin - small, unassuming and not at all lavish, which meant that it was exactly unlike anything either of them were typically used to in their living, but it was more than sufficient for their minimalist needs– and their minimalist budget, at that. It was a drastic departure from their previous lives as nobles but, having fled their wealth and fortune for a life together as opposed to the preordained wishes of their families, this was the much better solution to that particular issue.

Instead, he moved behind her as she sat upon her chair, staring at the tome of water that held ancient and dangerous secrets that he was clearly not privy to in the least. “They live inside your head, of course, and are bound to your ethernano. Why else would they be able to know all that you know and vice-versa? Actually, let’s clarify that. She’s a little more like a parasite to your aether than she is a true companion. And yes, Ilayda, I know full well you can hear me,” Uriel responded in kind, rightfully expecting some form of retribution on the part of the little conjured water fairy. It was, really, an inevitability that something would come of it given the little critter’s particular proclivity for impulse and emotion as behooved her upbringing as a sprite.

However, his eyes continued to cast down to the tome, wondering rather clearly as to the purpose for all of this. “Mor, I do need to ask– why in particular are you attempting to study this book? I was of the impression that your magic was both innate and celestial in nature at this point?”