>>5906774"Oh! Silly me, of course!" Costella says, bouncing to her feet and bustling off to grab you something to slake your thirst and clear the taste of bile from your palate.
"Costella."
She stops and turns to Izzy questioningly. The mage prodigy clears her throat and casts:
"<Teleport Object>. <Create Water>."
A cup appears in Izzy's hand and fills almost instantaneously with clear, cool refreshment. You accept it gratefully. It is a casual and almost mundane display of what is, in truth, shocking levels of magical precision and mastery of the School of Conjuration.
"I've been practicing," Izzy says with a brief, secretive smile when she sees your expression.
Costella fidgets, fussing a little with the cloth belt cinching in the waist of her peasant-dress, and looking at a loss for what to do, however. After a moment, she seems to snap back to eager attention, though.
"Oh, and food! You'll be wanting to, like, refill that stomach now that it's all... You know, empty and stuff. How about a shepherd's pie, Ez?"
Before you can answer, a flutter of rapid wingbeats buffets your hat as Veloz—your shimmering celestial hummingbird companion—settles upon your hat. You're gratified that he made the trip with you—you weren't sure the spell would bring him as well! However, he is also a reminder of the Moonwoods, those scenic and sanctified forests of Holy Luna... A place without predator or prey, where animals and plants live in blessed harmony in a veritable paradise. You haven't eaten meat in a year, for to do so would have been sacrilege of the highest order. Even before then, in the land of elves, your mother's people are mostly vegetarian outside of small amounts of fish and game, reserved for special occasions and consumed with ritual significance.
Of course, you're back on Earth now, and in Hawksong, among your father's people, and Costella is awaiting a reply.
"Actually," you say...
> "That sounds great."> "I'm vegetarian now." 