It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination. One of the oldest in Falmari, it held an ancient design with a boxy exterior made of orange gem. The place Kyrik liked to call his home away from home; Izenith’s.

“No.” Methir caught him staring. “You had one yesterday, and Kali needs real food.”

“Muffins are real food.” Kyrik replied defensively.

“Muffins are desert. You know this.”

“But she needs to try them.”

“I don’t mind.” Kali smiled. “I would like to try one.”

“Kali, please don’t encourage him.” Methir smacked a palm to her face, slowly dragging it down. “He’ll get you fat off them.”

“Okay, then where do you suggest we go?” Kyrik asked with annoyance.

“What about the deli down the street? I know you like the food there.”

“Oh yeah…”

“Do you know anything about your diet?” Methir asked Kali. “Can you eat meat?”

“I don’t see why not.” Kali shrugged. “I am able to breathe your air without issue. I expect it to be the same with food.”

“Good point. Right, so do you want to come with and see what they have? Or do you want me to pick out something?”

“I don’t mind.”

“Alright, probably going to go with the second, as Kyrik looks like waiting in line will kill him.”

As Methir took off down the streets, Kali turned to Kyrik. He saw the questions burning in her mind, and he himself wondered why she waited until Methir departed. Did Methir see her questioning behavior and leave them alone? Wouldn’t be the first time she did so.

Kyrik found a bench near the garden. If the bushes were any higher, it may have been a maze to navigate. Kyrik had attempted to convince Jirmen of this to no avail. Instead, more statues were inside, as well as fledgling Druids.

Kyrik was slightly surprised that Druids practiced here, but given that Necromancers were allowed, it shouldn’t have been. Much like said necromancers, they practiced life magic, but on the opposite side of the spectrum. Wildlife and plants were what they associated with, almost akin to the earth element with the latter. Having a druid around was always beneficial, as their restorative magics knew no bounds. As an enemy, they could make the earth itself turn against someone.

Still, the lack of variety in plant life and animals in the garden made Falmari a poor place to practice. Unless they were being instructed on how to reach the earth in such areas, that is.

“Forgive me if I pry too much with this question,” Kali spoke, snapping Kyrik’s attention back to her. How in the world he managed to get distracted with an alien, he didn’t know. “But I must ask; the mask you wear…were you injured against the Seraphim?”

Kyrik shook his head. “No, I got it elsewhere. It’s…a painful memory.”

“I won’t inquire further, then.”

“Thank you.” Kyrik said with a grin. “But, I suppose we’ll need to teach you how to handle Seraphim. Although nowhere near as many, there are scattered groups that remain. I’ve encountered a few.”

“I look forward to learning about them.”

“But, you’ve been asking so many questions, I haven’t had the chance to ask about you.” Kyrik adjusted himself on the bench to meet her gaze. “When you fell, did you take the appearance of a dragon to suit this world? Because it looked like you did.”

“I…don’t think I did.” Kali held her chin in palm. “I think I came into this world as I am.”

“So, there are space dragons out there?”

“Admittedly, I do not remember much about my species other than the name for now.” Kali sighed. “But, I suppose that is the case.”

“You did hit the ground rather hard…”

“Yes, I can still feel it.” Kali smirked. “But, I cannot help but notice the tension you and Methir hold. Not of each other, mind you, but there is something bothering the two of you.”

“There is, but I won’t burden you with that now.” Kyrik answered evasively. “You still need to get acclimated here.”

“Yes, I agree, but I figured I would be following you around.”

“That is true…”

“By the way, what was the spell you used earlier?” Kali asked inquisitively.

“Oh, necromancy. Believe it or not, if you reverse the potency, it will restore.”

“Is that what you are? A necromancer?” Kali flicked her gaze to the mask. “I suppose that is a dumb question, given the mask.”

“Yeah, but I can’t utilize everything here.” Kyrik pouted slightly. “I’m trying to convince the archmage, Jirmen, that just because it’s a dark art doesn’t mean it’s evil.”

“You healed me. I think that alone shows it is not evil.” Kali stated as if it were fact.

“Right?!” Kyrik put both his legs on the bench, sitting facing Kali. “I can talk to the dead, help solve their problems so they can move on!”

“I don’t understand why it is an issue, then.”

“Kyrik, it’s rude to vent at someone you just met.” Methir returned, carrying a bag full of assorted meats and dairy. Her tone was one of exasperation despite the mirth on her face.

“I’m not venting.” Kyrik frowned. “I’m explaining what I did earlier.”

“Sounded an awful lot like venting.”

“I don’t mind, really.” Kali said.

“Even so, it’s still bad social etiquette.” Methir ruffled Kyrik’s feathers. He swiped lightly at her. “Now come, this isn’t going to cook itself. Afterward, if you’d like, I can teach you a bit of how the magic works here. Plus, I gotta teach this one prismatic armor before he gets distracted again.”

“I was hoping you’d forget.” Kyrik grumbled.

“Never.”