Understandably, the first question didn’t go over well. Ghent waited anxiously, hoping he hadn’t ticked them off enough to be denied answers. He silently begged Drust to give him another chance, and the Knight did.
	[i][b]Should.[/b][/i] Ghent didn’t like that word. It meant that there was a possibility the portal would remain broken even after Wonderland was saved. Or salvaged. It didn't sound like defeating The Sorceress would magically reverse over a decade of damage. It made sense, but it was disappointing. There was no easy solution.
	His brows lifted a notch when Drust mentioned the other portals. Miles had rambled something about being a World Jumper, but Ghent never really stopped to consider what that meant. The thought of new worlds should have excited him, but it made his stomach churn with uncertainty. If the worlds were anything like Wonderland, he wanted nothing to do with them.
	He nodded slowly, expression contemplative as Drust addressed the differences between the world's magic. The explanation rang true to what Ghent had experienced so far. He continued to absorb the information, reminding himself to stay quiet until Drust was finished. It wasn't easy; each answer opened doors to more questions. 
	 Despite the heat of the fire, a shiver radiated through Ghent as Drust made eye contact. Underneath his gaze he felt transparent, like the Knight could see straight into his soul. He put his attention back to the fire after Drust did, realizing it was his turn to speak.
	"Wow..." The weight of the truth was heavy. Ghent scratched behind his ear, inexplicably nervous. So much was riding on his being a vinifcium. He was mostly scared, but angry too. The responsibility didn't seem fair.
	"I guess I'll just have to practice some more.” Ghent plucked a few pieces of grass from the earth, far from convinced. Magic wasn’t the same as learning to ride a bicycle; a bicycle couldn’t combust or throw people in three different directions. Or whatever magic did when it felt like misbehaving. 
	He glanced to Elayra when she spoke up, sensing contempt in her last comment. [i]You jealous?[/i] Ghent wanted to ask, but he stayed quiet. He didn't want to test his luck anymore than he had, especially after the stare down from Drust.
	"So...is there anything else I should know about being a vinifcium? Is magic the only thing that sets me apart from you guys?" Ghent wondered, thinking it odd that he was categorized underneath a completely different race. He didn't feel that different; his connection to magic was just stronger than average.
	"And did you ever use any of the other portals?" he added as an afterthought, genuinely curious now. He knew Elayra couldn't have, but Drust was older than they were. Maybe he world jumped when he was their age.