10
"We're here," Erickson announced as we stopped in front of a large shop window displaying all kinds of magical sights.
"Wow." I tracked a group of lights as they shot up into the space above the display, sending a shower of sparks raining down and echoing the appearance of a sea anemone.
"It's something, isn't it?" He didn't seem anywhere near as awed as I did. But then, he'd lived on land his whole life. This kind of thing was probably more normal for him.
"I don't know how you get anything done with this kind of wonder around you," I admitted. There was truly something mystical about it. I wanted to see more and not tear my eyes away at the same time.
"You get used to it. Most of us don't see magic very often at all. These shops are only for the wealthy. They bring their children
