In a sense, I suppose you could call it magic - my people just call it the manipulation of wakfu, our name for the cardinal force of motion, from which all life is birthed and to whose shores all life will someday return. [For a second, Chibi sounds like he's about to go into a full-on sermon... It wouldn't be uncharacteristic for him, to whip up some poetic words about the Goddess Eliatrope and some spiritual bullshit.]

[But instead, he pops up a ring of aqua blue beside him, then another just a meter away. If England's watching, he'll see Chibi jump into one and out the other, landing on his feet on the blanket. He sinks to sitting on his heels, setting the basket-full'o-food down gingerly next to him.]

We can use it to open little tears in space-time, just like that. Cool, yeah?