Thirty One

“What do you do?” Gerey asked Jeyrin, the four feet tall creature which was absurd and unearthly.

He wished all of it was a dream, a trance, mere hallucination and he'll wake up soon to realize that they'd just been fantasies, but Jeyrin, with its large pale eyes like a child severly infected with apollo stood before Eallric, answering his questions, as real as life.

“I help around.”

“Do you know any spells? As in, magic?”

“Uhm - no? Is that a problem?”

It leaped off his bed onto the ground with much ease and expertise. Gerey leaned forward on his warm bed to see it.

It was lithe, swift and lively.

“Nah - I guess not. And how are you able to speak - English?”

“I - don't know. I can just speak it. Let's call it my magic.” Jeyrin winked at Gerey with its yellow ey