The sprite nodded.
"I used to be at least. I suspect father exiled or stripped me of my title when I escaped though."
"It was the food that sealed the deal though, wasn't it? I've heard about sprites." Chris managed with a weak chuckle.
"Yes, the food may have played a part," Immi smiled back with a tiny wink, moving to lie on her tummy as she stared up at the half of his face not pressed into the bedding. "We sprites only have a reputation for being so voracious because we hale from a time long ago when magic was so plentiful that what we required to feed ourselves was relatively a mere pittance. The word has changed much since then and now we are considered not much more than greedy pests, a plague if our numbers ever grew to what they used to be before the war. This world's magic is
