BEATRIX
Beatrix watched curiously as her brother toasted the bread on the stove. She had never seen it done without magic before – her mother and Edrei always used fire magic whenever they got the chance. But fortunately for him, his request would go heeded. She already knew she wasn’t supposed to used the stove, so she simply nodded as he asked her the same. ”Okay, so I will try it next time.” she said, grabbing some butter. This bit she knew how to do. It was perhaps ungraceful, but the toast got buttered and then held out to him. ”There. Not sweet toast so you won’t be a skeleton anymore.” she said.
It seemed though they were going to train, and her expression fell. Not to sadness, but the familiar mask, anticipating pain to follow any failure. Her gaze followed the targets as the moved, nose scrunching as she concentrated and fists bunching up at her sides. But after a moment, one of them turned to dust which fell to the floor.
It seemed though they were going to train, and her expression fell. Not to sadness, but the familiar mask, anticipating pain to follow any failure. Her gaze followed the targets as the moved, nose scrunching as she concentrated and fists bunching up at her sides. But after a moment, one of them turned to dust which fell to the floor.
I'm reppin' for the girls
who taking over the world
have me raise a glass
