A lonely elf chapter 3

While Everlyne had always acted like she had a screw loose lately, she was acting even more bizarre than usual.

“Aha ha! That sucked,” Everlyne said. “I can’t believe flying with a broom is so haaardd.”

She had been practicing witchcraft here in Eridu, basically testing her new wand and broom.

“Right.” I agreed without paying much attention to what she had said.

"Whhhyyyy!?"

“With a low magic grade spells that require complex formulae are hard to maintain.”

Even though I wasn’t paying attention to her question, I still ended up giving her a teacherly reply.

“Eh?” Everylne gasped. “Eh!?”

She repeated the annoying gasping sound, almost as if prompting me to ask, “What is it?”

“Levitation isn’t a complex spell.”

“I suppose it isn’t.”

“Ehhhhh…!?”

“What is it?”

“Then why is it so hard for me to maintain?!” Everylne asked as if I had all the answers. She almost always spoke in exclamation marks, no normal person should talk like that, well she wasn't normal.

Everlyne herself probably knew the answer she was more intelligent than she let on.

“Magic grade.” I answered.

“Magic grade?” She inquired.

“Yes, magic grade.” I replied.

“Oh, magic grade, that makes sense.” She nodded like a sage.

“What does magic grade have to do with anything?” She asked.

Was she asking that to spite me? She clearly knows the answer.

Maybe she just hadn’t thought her question through, it wouldn’t surprise me if she never thought at all.

In order to recall information, you must think first, she speaks without thinking.

“How come when Teach used levitation, she could do it for hours! How does that work? We’re both F grade?”

“The difference is, even though we are both F grade, yours is significantly weaker than mine. The grades aren’t perfect one-to-one descriptions of a witch is power, but a spectrum of power. I suppose you could say I’m on the higher end of the F spectrum while you are on the lower.”

I decided to give her a bare bones explanation, leaving out the majority of what she should already know.

After all, she knows the answer, she just has to think to get to it.

“One more question!”

“No.”

“Come on!”

“Shouldn’t you be practicing?” I  added an emphasis on my hidden meaning which was: STOP asking ME stupid questions.