I spent some time upon the road in speaking with a fairly interesting druid I have found myself in companionship with. She addressed her points about magic being an overall beautiful thing. It's a regrettable notion that I cannot partake in the same naivety. Hopeful though as she is, as all preservers I have met have been, the cynicism of my experienced reality sinks its way in when one of the corrupted's fate has been in my hand. But I'll admit; in raising my own kin, I have an admiration to the wanderlust of a preserver.
It reminds me of when Vanessa would catch butterflies and say she caught a fairy. These memories of my children are what I return to in my long weeks of travel.