The girl gives the sweetest smile. "Where do you think the food comes from?" The girl is soaked now, her hair dripping with water. The water pooling at her bare feet is slightly greenish in color, and the smell of whet dirt strengthens as it drips, having become almost overwhelming. The magic seems to have reached it's peak, and it's an odd magic, far different from that used by most beings, making it impossible to gauge it's strength. It seems to partially exist only in your mind, and yet it also seems quite strongly attached to the coin.