Sorry! I swear I'm usually better than doing two delays in a month... but I had issues Saturday that, while not a huge deal, took a while to resolve and consumed my writing time. I'm going to buckle down this week and try to get two chapters written so I have a buffer going forward... along with finally getting one of my fanfics moving again. The fanfic will be whichever I find easier to write. And here's the copy-paste stuff to get past the word limit. I really wish RR had a better way of doing this. To Cal's knowledge, there were two types of spirits.Naturals were those who could come to life anywhere the magic was dense enough. After the Fall, they ceased to be born. For those existing, the concentration of magic in the world was thrown into chaos, and many found themselves tied to lands unable to sustain them. They either slowly withered away or were killed by ambitious parties.The other grouping was created by the gods and said to be more powerful than their counterparts. By all accounts, they had gone down with their creators.Cal couldn't peg which category this one fell under."Have some class; we've smited people for asking such intrusive questions.""Too bad you already blew your best shot at that."A few strands of hair drifted to the floor, having been cut by a blade of wind. Cal hadn't moved, knowing they'd not harm him.The Spirit's voice followed."Your lack of self-preservation is truly astonishing."Cal wasn't impressed by the childish display.