Ezael Edros
After helping out a few other random animals with various things, Es had found himself in the courtyard, resting under the branches of an ornate, blooming apple tree to meditate.
He cracked his eyes open at the sound of voices, watching the two women carefully for a moment before returning back to his focus.

" really? How? "

"Our country is very much aligned with magic. Nearly every person born has a gene that gives each person a unique "gift". Or curse, as some call it. Some Gifts have the ability to look into the mind of another."

" so its just...overpowered magic? "

"Sort of. Abilities. It is hard to understand or explain, really....there are many limits to what we can do."

" ah. Maybe the silverware are magic too! " she then began running towards the court yard, pausing when she saw a priest man.

Ezael Edros
"..I beg your pardon..? Magic silverware?"
Es blinked, looking at the woman who had run in.
"That's.. interesting. Would there be a practical application of such an object?"

She blinked, registering what he asked. " oh! Its just that the silverware turns black when introduced to poison. "

Nanita internally facepalmed. "Geez......" she muttered to herself.

Ezael Edros
"..Does.. Does poisoning happen often in these lands?"
He seemed suddenly concerned, folding his wings slightly as he felt an itch under his feathers from the presence of dark magic somewhere nearby.