Cato watched Elnius and Shiori interact. They were both pretty into flowers, him not so much. So he let them be, and let his own mind wonder. Shiori's ability, at least in this realm, is nothing short of powerful, it was almost like being the God of her own world. That's pretty damn badass, in his opinion, no matter how much she tries to downplay her magic as useless. It was not the first time he had seen this before, though. Throughout his traveling in many sights and places, he had met several other mages that have abilities unheard of. When he was fourteen he had met a man who can literally create something out of nothing from his mind. It was how Cato got his idea of making the wind dagger, by watching him fight. The magic, however, was so powerful that it ate at him every time he used it. Shiori's magic was only slightly different. The way he see it, this world was her limiter. She can create anything she wanted, with one condition: as long as it stayed inside this space. He wondered if one day she too will be able to create things in the real world. Theoretically, it was possible, but it would put so much strain on her frail young body. He silently hoped her magic item doesn't cover that.
If he's going to classify this type of magic according to his father's classification scheme, this type of power would be creation magic. And as a result of her limiter--- her pocket dimension--- she was able to use it for travel and storage. That's actually pretty neat. He made a mental note to write that in his notebook for later.
When Shiori said they have to go, Cato almost missed it. He wasn't looking at her so he didn't see her lips moving, and the wind not being fully in his control made it even harder to pick up the texture of the sounds. For the first time in ten years, he felt vulnerable. Deaf.
This place is beautiful, but he can't help but like it a little less.
