Beatrix
"You're definitely my brother," she insisted, as she moved to settle next to the chair he was in. "I don't remember... Cyton, or Celeste. But I remember you." Not very well. But the memories were there.
She hummed quietly, and reached for a little wooden toy, one she'd discarded at random after getting fed up with practicing her magic, no doubt. She held it up in front of her brother, and concentrated.
Sadly, this didn't seem to get easier when you were just magically aged up, but eventually the little wooden toy did disintegrate in her hand. "Did my mother have the ability to do that?" She inquired, honestly.
Great time to want to learn about your past, Beatrix. While your brother's a mess.
She hummed quietly, and reached for a little wooden toy, one she'd discarded at random after getting fed up with practicing her magic, no doubt. She held it up in front of her brother, and concentrated.
Sadly, this didn't seem to get easier when you were just magically aged up, but eventually the little wooden toy did disintegrate in her hand. "Did my mother have the ability to do that?" She inquired, honestly.
Great time to want to learn about your past, Beatrix. While your brother's a mess.
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
