Irial laughed openly. "I'm no faerie," he said. "Is there anything faerie-like that you see? Besides, aren't faeries minuscule in size? No, I'm simply a wizard. One with a story, no doubt, but I'm nothing more magical than a wizard." So that was the rumor going around. Quite interesting. No matter. It wasn't true anyways. So it didn't matter.

She wanted him to look at her. Why on earth would she want him to look at her? He'd look at her plenty of times the whole time they were talking. Why was now any different. "I'm still here," he paused, "because before you showed up, this was the only quiet place that I could be alone."

Irial looked at her though, his eyes suddenly sad. Emotions suddenly poured out through his eyes. He was sick of this. He wanted nothing more than to go home and be around those with whom he was familiar. He had his brother, sure, but it didn't count. He missed home.

"What is it that you want to play, Karma?" he asked, his voice flat and lifeless.