Before the marmoset could say a word, the kyte spoke to him in his mind. ’I do not know how, but you, Little Food, have bested me.’ The words came in a tone that suggested annoyance, and a grudging respect. ’How have you spoken to me in my own tongue? How have you risen me above the common… Lesser Gembound, as you call them? How do I have your intelligence? What have you done to me? Speak!’

Tuck quickly rose back to his paws and glared up at the creature. “I have bested you! You do not ask questions! How did I…” He paused, looking around and trying to think. “I must have used some kind of Magic to connect to you somehow.”

’Yes, your… your Plant Magic,” the kyte replied with derision. ’You have bestowed upon me, a Mighty Hunter, the most useless sort of Magic! What am I to do with Plant Magic?’

Tuck couldn’t help but grin up at the kyte now. “Hey, I just used it to defeat you, so maybe you wanna rethink that?”

Garmer’s jaws snapped in annoyance. ’Little pest,’ he hissed, and then took off into the air, leaving Tuck alone with his thoughts.

What had just happened…?

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