JACE
Jace paid no attention to whatever his sister said to the man. It was probably something pompous, self-righteous, downright degrading or some combination thereof. He remembered her being very loud. And though the volume of her words had decreased, there were still far too many of them. It was probably one of the worst traits she had picked up from their mother. Or perhaps her real parents had been equally loquacious. Either way he still retained the ability to drown out her voice with his own thoughts.
And his thoughts were on business. Things that needed doing in some semblance of short order. He was prioritizing and organizing, his mind a constant whirr of thought that only Beatrix had ever seemed to acknowledge. Soft spoken, introverted, lazy...all traits which did not reflect how much work went on behind his eyes. "What magic can you do?" he asked her. Her memories might be fuzzy but she should know that much at least.
And his thoughts were on business. Things that needed doing in some semblance of short order. He was prioritizing and organizing, his mind a constant whirr of thought that only Beatrix had ever seemed to acknowledge. Soft spoken, introverted, lazy...all traits which did not reflect how much work went on behind his eyes. "What magic can you do?" he asked her. Her memories might be fuzzy but she should know that much at least.
Love is fake.
Just ask my parents.
