She was a limitless pool of magic. It sipped out of her, so pure and raw, like a water spring up the mountains. Untainted, but intoxicating. And he drank from it like a vampire on a free ride. It was free for the taking. He was a stowaway vampire. He was careful at first, extracting it measuredly, stocking up on it in small rations during the day. It didn’t seem to cause her any strain. Her core would replenish overnight, while he projected out of his diary to solidify slowly, but steady. 