“Your children, were they small together?” he asks, noting the change in her demeanor as she speaks of them. “Did you raise them with magic from their first breath?”

“I like space, I have spent more nights of my life sleeping outside than inside. As of late I suppose, I have kept the same home and enjoyed having a place with a familiar feel on my feet and a familiar bed for my head.” He smiles, pausing in his stride to think about what he might like.

“To eat, I would like something sweet,” he admits, “though, what did you have in mind?”