BEATRIX
Both Beatrix and Jace were pulled out of their little hovel, if only because the action took them entirely off guard. The healing magic coursed through them both, healing bumps and bruises and cuts and splinters – on Bea it healed little burns on her hands from starting fires – but nothing particularly serious, and only slightly more abundant than any child might acquire over an extended period of running amok outside in the woods.
But of course, very little else had changed with them.
”The gods didn’t have nothin’ to do with it! Mom and Aunt Edy taught me stuff about survival.” Bea huffed. No god was about to take credit for her hard work. ”And since when did you start worrying about us?” Bea added, her voice getting muffled between her scarf and his shoulder. Jace remained silent as usual, just looking up at Loren curiously, looking very much like a pile of laundry with big round eyes.
But of course, very little else had changed with them.
”The gods didn’t have nothin’ to do with it! Mom and Aunt Edy taught me stuff about survival.” Bea huffed. No god was about to take credit for her hard work. ”And since when did you start worrying about us?” Bea added, her voice getting muffled between her scarf and his shoulder. Jace remained silent as usual, just looking up at Loren curiously, looking very much like a pile of laundry with big round eyes.
I'm young and I love to be young
I'm free and I love to be free
To live my life they way I want
To say and do whatever I please
