Elayra snorted, and her expression fell at Ghent’s first comment following his unusual silence. “The greats tend to cast long shadows,” she muttered, her voice tight. 
	When Ghent declined the existence of magic on Earth, Drust gave a scornful snort, and Elayra smirked.
	“[i]Every[/i] world has magic,” Elayra interrupted as if that should have been obvious. She gave him a derisive look. “If it didn’t, there wouldn’t have been a portal.”
	“If the people of this world haven’t discovered it,” Drust began scornfully, “then they’re either too ignorant to truly seek it, or have been rejected by magic.”
	“Case and point…” Elayra sat her burger on her knee once more, took the her dagger from Ghent and placed it on the floor, then rubbed her hands together in front of her, brushing off any remnants of the food.
 	Drust’s eyes shifted to her, his expression a warning to be careful, as she took a deep breath and held her hand in front of her, palm facing up.
	Holding her breath and hoping she would be capable of accessing the world's magic, her gaze grew distant in concentration as she reached out with her mind for the familiar, almost electric feel that surrounded everything in a flow as natural and more invisible than air. She blinked in surprise, and her chin jerked up slightly when it greeted her with a shockingly quick eagerness. Unlike in Wonderland, it had an air of excited youth to it, and came to her like a cautious, yet curious dog sniffing at another dog owner.
	“Igniculus,” she whispered, directing the magic both with thought and word. She felt it tingle over her palm before the last syllable left her lips, and a small, perfectly shaped flame lit above the center of her hand. It floated and twitched, occasionally sending small sparks above the tip of the flame like miniature orange and red fireworks. “Extinguo.” 
	The flame formed a small pillar that spiraled together, then extinguished in another series of harmless sparks.
	An excited, disbelieving smile spread over her face, and she looked to Drust. “It’s not blocked here!”
	Drust gave a slight nod, but seemed otherwise unsurprised. When Ghent switched the topic to weaponry, his lips quirked up almost approvingly.
	Elayra gave him a disbelieving look at him being a good archer.
	“I do have a weapon for you,” Drust confirmed, “but it requires a minimal amount of magic to use to its full potential.”
	“In the meantime,” Elayra gave him a mischievous smirk as she picked up her burger again, a challenge in her voice, “I’m sure we could find something for you to shoot at. If you can draw back the bow.”