[She smiles a little at the praise.] Words are my stock in trade, and my little servants. They dance to my tune. [Unwilling to tell the truth, it seems far better for her to concoct a pleasant lie.] I am a poet, among other things.

You are from--a different Gaia? Other worlds I am familiar with, but not of the same name.

[She nods at the information Reeve supplies, then fixes her attention on one detail.] There are books of poetry here?

[Though more interested in poetry at the moment, she glances over her shoulder at the damaged earth again. It seems pointless to deny it, although perhaps it makes her claim of being a poet more doubtful. Well, poets may use magic, too.] I have at my disposal some few spells. [Though she actually is trying to understate the matter, her tone has the ring of false modesty when she says that.] So she has other, hidden servants, and they rebelled. Interesting... I have no intention of causing any more such disturbances, but perhaps another might.