River smiled, happy that she got the answer to the odd question right. âRiver.â she said, looking back down at her drawing, beginning to sketch the boy. âWhy are you a Trick? What type are you? And illusion? A trap?â she asked, turning the paper upside down and drawing the background so Trick was on the ceiling, like a magician.
"Nothing in particular," he said cheerfully. "Just a Trick." He grinned at the picture. "Oh, hey, you draw too!" He watched her draw with a smile, not quite sure what she was drawing yet. "What's your usual subject?"

















