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“Another adorable animal, but no,” I reply. “The fussople.”
“Really?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “They’re rare enough, but not everyone likes their appeal. I shouldn’t be surprised that you adore them, though.”
“They’re too cute,” I say, and he laughs. “Okay, fine, they weren’t cute. They were just… interesting.”And cute.
“Did you have fun?” he asks, and I nod eagerly.
“Lots.”
He squeezes my hand before leading me through to the cafeteria. “We’ll grab some food here, if that’s okay? They’ve got some things you’ve not yet had the chance to try.”
Ciar waits until I nod before grabbing a menu from the counter. “We can seat ourselves. We’re here just in time for the Bergeagers show.”
“What’s a Bergeagers show?”
He taps the side of his nose, waggling his thick eyebrows as he leads us over to the side.
“Now, do you trust me to order or do you want to pick?” he asks.
“I’ll let you pick,” I reply, looking around the room. It’s quite busy, but nobody gives us a second glance. Everyone looks just like the humans back home, and it amazes me that they all have this power and nobody bats an eye.
“It’s normal to us.”
“I know,” I murmur, and he grins before dropping his head and ordering our food on the table using his own magicae.
“So, what’s acavea?” I ask, thinking back to how the man Mael killed wouldn’t be able to do this. “We’ve never really discussed it, and it just came back to me.”
“You want to learn right now?” It seems to be a rhetorical question, though, because he finalises our order before pushing his sleeves up. He rests on his elbows, leaning forward a little. “So, acaveais a ridiculously rare dark witch. They have no true power of their own, but they can absorb power from others.”
“Absorb it? How does that work when he can’t use his own magicae? What does he do with the excess energy? Does he—”
“Okay, okay,” he says, laughing as he cuts me off. “I misspoke.”
“Oh.”
“They don’t absorb. They block it,” he says, his words carefully spoken as he considers them. He rubs his chin before nodding. “Yeah, that’s more accurate. They cut off your connection to yourprimordiumand stop you doing any kind of magicae around them.”
“But I managed.”
“Because at your core, you’re stronger than he is,” Ciar replies with a dismissive shrug. “It’s not often someone is stronger than them, which is what makes you special.” He takes my hand, and kisses it. “Now—”
He stops when food is brought over, and I gasp. There’s no waiter, just a bunch of floating trays. I watch as it settles on the table, and Ciar chuckles away at my awed expression.
“How?” I whisper.
“Magicae,mo sholas,” Ciar replies. He pulls off this weird square block that is kind of squishy, and is bright purple. “Now, do you want to try chorenn?”
I nod, feeling a bit nervous, as I lean forward and take a small bite out of it. My eyes roll in the back of my head as I moan. The sweet flavouring coats my tongue, but it’s more than that.
I get a boost within me, a jolt of something from my magicae.
“Nice?” Ciar asks, amusement in his gaze. I nod enthusiastically, and take another bite. “There’s more where this came from,mo sholas.”
And he’s not wrong. Each new food is just as tasty as the last—well, except gingthy, which had a similar texture to mushrooms, but tasted bad.
I can’t really describe the flavour, other than bad.
Dinner was great, and so was the Bergeagers show. It was a magicae performance from a group of witches. They’re a band, but nothing on Earth could compare to their talent.
