"I think magic is complicated. But I can explain it." Freyic said before talking a long breath and... "Okay, so, the really big magic is in the stuff you touch! Like, if you wiggle your fingers at a campfire, the flames don’t just stay there—they turn into tiny fire-puppies that chase their own tails and bark sparks! But you can't pet them or your mittens will turn into toast. Though toast sounds real good right now; I'm hungry, and thirsty too."

He sighs, before rambling with even more enthusiasm again. "And the water! If you splash in a puddle just right, the water sticks to you like a super-suit, and you can breathe underwater and talk to the fish. My dad says the wind is just air, but I know it’s actually invisible birds. If you catch a breeze in a jar, it’ll whistle your favorite song whenever you’re sad!" So informative, said no one.

"The coolest one is frost and ice. Never having to be hot again? That's the life, don't you think? Freeze the bad guy, then slash them hard! Shatter them to pieces all without breaking a sweat." Freyic's rant however makes him suddenly sleepy and slightly dazed. He rubs his eyes, not worried about anything at all.