"Oh, aye! Gods and the clerics and priests they bless with their powers. And just... the whole world. There's magic in growing things, in the way the soil comes back to life in the spring after disappearing 'neath the snow for months on end.

"You can feel them walking with you through the trees, the brush of wing through your hair like fingers." She lights up as she speaks, memories of home coming back to her. "Wish I could show it to you. And maybe I will when we find a way back home. Wouldn't mind seeing the Boiling Isles, either."