Aduva gasps.

"You are adorable! Can I hug you?"

There is an affirmative bounce and a lifting of tiny pointy arms.

She swoops over and scoops up the little spirit and hugs them delightedly.

Tiny pointy hug: achieved!

"You are indeed extremely adorable. --How old are you?"

Confused forest noises.

"--Did you start out smaller and are you going to get bigger."

{oh! no. spirit is only one size.}

"Apparently they're magic an've been around forever," Mirrin comments.

"Everyone's magic, Mirrin," Aduva points out.

"Magic works differently here," Mirrin says.

"Different like how?"

{different things are magic—and they are magic in different ways—} says the cloud spirit.

"What things are magic, here?"

{that depends what you mean by magic}

"What things could I mean by magic?"

{there is the magic of the elements—and the magic of the way the world works—and the magic of spirits—the elements are what I know best}

"Can you tell me about the magic of the elements?"