As soon as Zariah’s expectations left her lips, Peter was practicing, twirling the water around his hand absentmindedly, focusing on his control more than anything. If he was going to be an example, he was going to be as impressive as he could manage, and that didn’t start with sloppy technique.
It was clear Peter was surprised by the prospect of marriage, and again by that of children. The subject had never been something he had put any thought into, though having it lined up for him did sound simpler than trying to wade through the tangle of it himself. Training tools has him peeking up again though, his face blank and an insidious whisper in his ears.
”I do know um... my mother, she knew magic. And... her mother, and... and on like that.” Peter nodded, knowing that simply his word wouldn’t be enough, but hoping it would assuage some of the doubts surrounding him regardless. With Zariah’s eyes on him, he was careful about selecting his words, taking a deep breath before responding to her question. ”No, no one has... caught my eye.” He shifted, straightening a bit.
”I... may have caught um... someone else’s though.” There was the faintest tinge of pink, at the tips of his ears. His words weren’t no entirely a lie this way, but his traitorous voice still quavered, knowing he was keeping something hidden.
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
