“I’ve dated earth faes, so I know you guys do that, but I’ve never really understood how.”
“My hair is charmed to hold a reserve of power for me, like you hold your magic in the centre of your chest. Except we have to cook up the spells we’ll need beforehand, draw the energy off them, and manually store it on our bodies in places that have been charmed to hold reserves…like my hair.”
She nodded. “Yes, with one of the complicated earth spells that I’ll never comprehend. Gotcha.” She smiled and reached out to finger a tendril of his hair. “So your strength resides here…like Samson? If I cut it, are you less powerful?”
“That’s not something earth faes usually reveal.”
“That’s…wild. And the whole thing makes an odd sort of sense.” She dropped the hank of his hair. “You don’t seem like the
