“No, he’s not,” Brenna said.
Ciaran swallowed hard. He’d heard the druids sacrificed people to appease gods and make apples grow on trees, but this type of magic was - Brenna was a powerful sorceress. Should he bow or...?
“He’s just very far away, and this is the only way I can speak to him,” Brenna said. “Shouldn’t you be fast asleep, dreaming of a hard day’s work for tomorrow?”
“So...he’s a real person?” Ciaran peered into the bowl.
The man waved, and Ciaran lurched back.
Brenna sighed and said something in that foreign language that made the man laugh.
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