“And what does that mean?”
“Time will tell.” Summer regarded him with an inscrutable gaze, and he expected her to breathe out those wisps of smoke she seemed so fond of. “Now tell me which tools are magic.”
* * * *
On the drive home, Riadh studied his lover. Dale had been very quiet since they left Summer’s farmhouse.
“Did you mean to revive the bird?” Riadh asked.
“I don’t know. Not really. I thought it was sad that it was dead and then it wasn’t and the batch of weeds in my hand were. I don’t even have a clue what I did or how I did it.”
“A significant portion of magic is intent.”
“But I didn’t intendto bring it back to life. And is it really alive or did I make some sort of zombie hummingbird?”
Riadh laughed. “No zombies. It’s alive, but then I don’t think it was quite dead to begin with.”
“Does that make me some sort of necromancer? Or maybe not since you said it wasn’t actually dead, did I heal it?”
“I…I’m not sure it’s that straight forward.”