A bit more about the Wind then. I guess I should give him a name or something just, so this doesn’t sound quite as weird as it feels like right now.

Something stupid but endearing. I think Keith will work. Hang on I’ll just check he’s alright with that.

Yep Keith is good. He says he’ll also respond to Your magnificent majesty of nature. I would advise not taking the second option as his ego is inflated enough as it is.

Keith isn’t really visible by the way. He’s not some kind of human shape made out of the wind or anything like that. He is literally the wind, all made up of atmospheric pressure and stuff that I should probably have researched in more detail before posting this. The fact he’s conscious enough to have a conversation with is something we’ve both argued about over the years.

I think it is because all that natural “magic” we have floating around builds up over the years to the point where it begins to infect all of our natural surroundings. This build up of magic causes mutations such as the Insect based hybrids we see but also Keith.

Keith thinks it is because humans are idiots who think they are the only sentient creatures out there but in truth we’re a bunch of blind apes who haven’t got a clue what is really going on. Oh and Magic. Magic with sparkles.

We both agree that it could be that one of us is crazy and imagining the other one. If that’s true then none of this matters anyway, so I really hope it’s not that option that is true.

Now another important point is why I keep calling him a him. I mean there are no gender bits going on there of any type, not even a body to attach them to. The reason is pretty simple, that is how Keith introduced himself to me.

Our friendship works pretty similarly to one you might have with a friend living in another country. We talk a lot. About all the places that Keith gets to see. He told me about the uprising in Andahar last year before even the journalists there managed to smuggle the news out of the country. Though I prefer it when he tells me about happier things like the wedding, he caught between two evokers who lit up the sky with fire and lightning when he passed over. He did his best to keep the smoke away from them all without being too obvious.

And like long distance friends we hug when we meet up. Well I get hugged. It’s pretty hard to put your arms around a section of the air. Though I have perfected the art of holding hands with him. You cup your hands as though you are waiting for a physical hand and catch the pressure. I used to do it more often as a kid. There was something reassuring about facing the world with someone else there to give me a squeeze of reassurance. I don’t do it so much now. Partially because I’m older and more confident yet also because I tend to be carrying too many things now. From bags of fertiliser to shopping bags adult life really gets in the way of the simple things.

Like all long term friends we’re pretty blunt with each other. You have to accept that sometimes questions will be asked that I would want to kill a human for asking but he doesn’t mean anything by it and in all honesty, I think he’s less judgemental than those humans too. I think my favourite question was when he asked me how we don’t get smaller every time we poop. I was ten at the time and I’m sad to say I had to think about it for way too long. That’s one of the best things though being able to see life from a different perspective. A good example is that I get him to read each of these posts before I send them off into the ether to be intercepted by our local postman. I got nervous before I sent off the first one. His response was confusion.

“You communicate your thoughts and knowledge everyday with me, with the plant people, why is this different?”

I wanted to point out that I was talking about things I had kept secret for a long time. He doesn’t really understand the whole secrecy thing though. He knows I don’t tell other people about him but in his mind all things said outside of a building are open for anyone to hear or see. Secrets don’t exist in a world where everything is visible at a small distance.

He is right even if I don’t want to tell him that.

I guess that’s me being open and honest then. I hope you enjoy it and I’ll try and tell you more next time too.