Chapter 202: Adelaide.

I talk about my day as Lyros eats.

I don’t have much to talk about, but I improvise as he eats and I slip in a few enthusiastic questions here and there. When I ask if I'm being a bother by talking too much, he tells me he likes the sound of my voice and I can talk all I want.

Lyros finishes his helping of the first dish and I have barely touched mine.

I open the second one and I’m surprised to find it still steaming hot. Lyros catches the surprise in my eyes and chuckles against the drink he’s holding to his lips.

“The plates are enchanted. It’s a special type of magic made through marks, imagine it as the language of the world.”

I try to imagine that but find myself unable to. I mean I can, but wrapping my head around it proves to be a bit more difficult than Lyros makes it sound.

“I’ve never heard of that kind of magic. I thought all magic must come from a host.”

“What supplies that host magic?”

My heart stutters and chills at the same time because Lyros has never engaged in a conv