I wanna taste love and pain, I wanna feel pride and shame
I shrug a little at his comment on parenting, though the weight behind it sticks with me.
“They did a lot for me.”
More than he probably realizes. Every decision they made, even the ones I hated—especially the isolation—was because they thought it would keep me safe. I know that now. My mom got wrapped up in things that left a lot of people dead.
So yeah. I guess I’m grateful, in part.
I tilt my head at his question, considering it more seriously than I probably should. “Could do it right on the quarterdeck,” I offer. “Gets plenty of sun, and it’d be a nice backdrop while steering. Maybe something that smells good—lavender, mint…” I trail off, then snort quietly. “Hell, you could make the plants steer for you.” The idea makes me laugh, and it feels easy.
Then he calls up a storm.
The wind rushes into me, sharp and sudden. Rain needles down from nowhere. My skin tingles with the promise of lightning, and gods, it’s familiar—reminds me of mountain storms, of standing beside mom when she let her magic loose.
I grin like I can’t help it. “What could possibly be wrong with having magic?”
“They did a lot for me.”
More than he probably realizes. Every decision they made, even the ones I hated—especially the isolation—was because they thought it would keep me safe. I know that now. My mom got wrapped up in things that left a lot of people dead.
So yeah. I guess I’m grateful, in part.
I tilt my head at his question, considering it more seriously than I probably should. “Could do it right on the quarterdeck,” I offer. “Gets plenty of sun, and it’d be a nice backdrop while steering. Maybe something that smells good—lavender, mint…” I trail off, then snort quietly. “Hell, you could make the plants steer for you.” The idea makes me laugh, and it feels easy.
Then he calls up a storm.
The wind rushes into me, sharp and sudden. Rain needles down from nowhere. My skin tingles with the promise of lightning, and gods, it’s familiar—reminds me of mountain storms, of standing beside mom when she let her magic loose.
I grin like I can’t help it. “What could possibly be wrong with having magic?”
Theea
I don't wanna take my time, I don't wanna waste one line
