"I'm surprised with all that magic you haven't figured out how to get there," Ripley teases lightly. Her knowledge of magic is rudimentary at best and storybook at worst. She can't conjure a single image of what the practice might look like beyond potions and strange books, wands and rabbits in hats. "You'd fit nicely up in the stars."

She sighs. "Oh, yeah. It's been a real adjustment. You won't believe how long it took me to figure out what my sending stone was actually for. I thought it was decoration. Why anyone would use a rock for decoration is beyond me, but... I'm learning new things every day."