LOREN
As Beatrix admitted she didn’t know how to make anything that wasn’t sweet, Loren took a sip of his tea to hide his expression. It probably wouldn’t have changed much, but he couldn’t decide whether he should smile at the comment and how funny it was, or frown that no one had taught his half-sister how to properly take care of herself, and in fact had spoiled her sweet, literally. So instead, he just nodded. ”Well. Let’s teach you how to make something non-sweet then.” Toast wasn’t too hard, and Beatrix was mature for her age. She could likely handle the stove.
Thankfully, it was still hot from the kettle, so he just placed a pan on it and then dropped two slices of bread in it. Once he could smell them toasting a bit—which only took a minute or two—he flipped them, then waited another minute before sliding them onto the plate with the sugar-cinnamon bread. ”Not too difficult. Though I’d appreciate it if you didn’t use the stove without supervision.” At the very least, he wanted to be able to heal her if she burned herself. That wasn't a rule, just a request, so hopefully she wouldn't fight him on it.
At her fear, he sighed, then did his best to give her a gentle smile. Unlike Zariah, or the rest of the members of their family, he wasn’t going to hurt her because her magic wasn’t progressing as quickly as she might like. ”I believe you. Why don’t you show me what you’ve learned?” With that, he set the mug down, and created three small balls, which he began to juggle in a practiced manner. ”Try to disintegrate one of these.” It was a small, relatively quickly moving target, so even if her magic wasn’t that strong, she could at least practice focus and precision. Strength wasn’t everything, he knew that better than most.
Thankfully, it was still hot from the kettle, so he just placed a pan on it and then dropped two slices of bread in it. Once he could smell them toasting a bit—which only took a minute or two—he flipped them, then waited another minute before sliding them onto the plate with the sugar-cinnamon bread. ”Not too difficult. Though I’d appreciate it if you didn’t use the stove without supervision.” At the very least, he wanted to be able to heal her if she burned herself. That wasn't a rule, just a request, so hopefully she wouldn't fight him on it.
At her fear, he sighed, then did his best to give her a gentle smile. Unlike Zariah, or the rest of the members of their family, he wasn’t going to hurt her because her magic wasn’t progressing as quickly as she might like. ”I believe you. Why don’t you show me what you’ve learned?” With that, he set the mug down, and created three small balls, which he began to juggle in a practiced manner. ”Try to disintegrate one of these.” It was a small, relatively quickly moving target, so even if her magic wasn’t that strong, she could at least practice focus and precision. Strength wasn’t everything, he knew that better than most.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
