The old dwarf widened his small eyes and looked back, only to see Romantic curiously raising one hand, her palm emitting a soft white light.
"How... how did this happen?" Audem stammered.
"I don't know either," Romantic looked at her palm, flipping it back and forth, "It just lights up on its own, quite interesting, isn't it!"
"You don't know either?" The old dwarf thought the other must be joking with him.
"Yes," Romantic nodded obediently: "I thought in my heart, it would be good if there was light - and it just lit up, isn't it interesting?"
"Is this the first time?"
"Uh-huh."
The old dwarf touched Romantic's forehead.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Audem shook his head: "I just heard that there is a kind of people rejected by both witches and wizards, their bodies flow with blood of magic -" He paused: "Are your family members like you?"
Romantic thought for a moment: "Brand says my aunt is a witch."
