Bramblepoint Strength comes from the good things

Siarut quickly realized that perhaps this was not the best idea. He wasn't an idiot by any stretch, but word problems were definetly not his strong suit. He stood underneath the witch, and waited with baited breath as her question came forth. 

He didn't deny that he was a little nervous, but he tried his best to hide that fact. He too took several moment to think of an answer. 

What goes without feet and never comes back?

He thought it through, rolling the letters over and over in his head. He couldn't think of a reasonable answer and so he gave a hugh guess.

"Is it the Air?"