The Next Generation

Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. ”Ah, the ever elusive future. One never knows how long or how quickly it will take to manifest.” she said, nodding a little. With a gesture of her hand, Jace scooted off his seat, carrying his book close to his chest as he toddled his way inside; an unnervingly well-behaved child given his age. For a moment she is silent, staring out at the view. ”For centuries, the Launceleyns carefully bred to produce the most power and magically gifted offspring imaginable. It is a trait passed from the mother’s side predominantly, strengthened only by the presence of magic in the fathers bloodline. Through generations, this ability compounds, becomes stronger as it is reintroduced to the bloodline repeatedly.” she explains, taking a sip of her wine before looking at Rex. ”Of course here, this magical bloodline must be reestablished, and I should like you to be apart of it.” she said seriously, a small smile creeping to her lips. ”I would see you married to Peter, my adopted cousin. He is a sweet man, with magical prowess, akin to yours…and I should think you’d make a lovely Launceleyn.”