"Convenient. That doesn't seem consistent among Dreamfolk; often our magic only applies to ourselves," Devin comments. "Some people learn things just to learn them, even if it's a low priority. You might find something interesting if not immediately practical."

The rustling of leaves attracts his attention, and the source is... not at all what he expects. White snakes, sure, fine, those can happen but snakes in general aren't exactly common in a city. The wings, though, are another story entirely. He can only guess that it goes with the white-haired thief.

Devin arches his eyebrows at Bakura. "Friend of yours?"