Rose gave a bit of a nod. "A good argument but it is not solid." There is actually one big flaw in the argument when it concerns her own familiar.

"Azrael!" she called out and a bird about the size of an eagle, but with feathers that were like fire, appeared. Rose extended her arm to let the bird land on it. "This is my familiar. According to your logic, he was brought into being due to my imagination. Yet I do not know what creature he is. A bird, yes, but one with fire abilities. No creature like this exists in my world, either in reality nor in our myths. So, how was I able to imagine him if I had nothing to base him off of?"