I must say, I'm rather envious. I've spent most of my life in a city steeped in industry and all but stripped of nature. There are public parks and gardens, of course, but nothing quite so pleasant as all of this. [ The fish splash restlessly, waiting for more music. Sholmes plays a few notes of "God Save the Queen" to tide them over, and they chirp a response. ]

Are these "primal elements" synonymous with dreamotion energy? [ To be fair, that's the only kind of magic he knows outside of ... well, pulling a rabbit from a hat or sawing a lady in half. ]