BEATRIX
Beatrix's eyes widened, just as she popped a piece of honey candy in her mouth. "You don't like candy?!" she said aghast. It was the most preposterous thing she had ever heard in her very short decade of life. Even Peter liked candy and he was a total dweeb! Well...he still needed to eat something to stop looking like a skeleton. As odd and abrupt as it was, Bea did care - she just wasn't very good at it. "Well then...I guess you need something else then..." she said tapping her chin. After a quick scan of the kitchen, and shoving a chair by a counter so she could reach, she set to making Loren something. It was simple, bread with butter and some cinnamon and sugar on it. "Here." she said, holding it out to him, still standing on the chair. "I woulda toasted it but I don't know how."
When he asked about her magic though, her demeanor fell and she stuffed another piece of honey candy in her mouth. Slowly she shook her head. "Not good." she mumbled, glancing at him warily. Magic not coming along well was not something anyone admitted to easily in their family, and she had reason to be worried. He was the oldest person left, and if anyone would punish her for it, it would be him. "It's still just disintegration, and its still really hard to do." she said quietly.
When he asked about her magic though, her demeanor fell and she stuffed another piece of honey candy in her mouth. Slowly she shook her head. "Not good." she mumbled, glancing at him warily. Magic not coming along well was not something anyone admitted to easily in their family, and she had reason to be worried. He was the oldest person left, and if anyone would punish her for it, it would be him. "It's still just disintegration, and its still really hard to do." she said quietly.
I'm reppin' for the girls
who taking over the world
have me raise a glass
