And Loki flutters on the opposite side of the well, caws sharply at Dark. A gemstone, a well, and all he does is touch, without thought or study.

He's found all he can, flying above, so he wrings out his form and hops into the air, settling again as a sorcerer.

"Have you no sense?" Loki snaps. "Did you think to test the well's substance before you touched it? A well, one of the few places in a town frequented by all, used by all."