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[endure_soldier]

{Dante wonders, faintly, what it means to be a witch. What makes the wicked? What makes magic?}

[proudsuccessor]

Uncle.

[endure_soldier]

{He smiles upon her, dotingly.}

Adina, querida.

[proudsuccessor]

What were thinking, uncle? I could see it on your face.

[She's a tall woman, just like her mother, she reaches out to press her index finger between his eyes.]

[endure_soldier]

{He closes his eyes, feels the pressure of her fingertip, feels his heartbeat in his head.}

Silly things, querida, silly things of make-believe.

[proudsuccessor]

I may be older, but perhaps I still enjoy make-believe.

[endure_soldier]

{Times with Tallendi, times where the line of living and dying and real and pretend was no thicker than paper, beat strong in his brain. Oye, Talle, you've gone off and married a witch.}

Enjoy lore of goddesses still, ¿niña? Of rocs and dangerous travels? Even to your youngest siblings, it's been ages since I've told those tales.

[proudsuccessor]

[Her vicious grin just spreads.]

And when did history and make-believe cross paths, uncle?

[endure_soldier]

{He can only smile back.}

You look so much... Like your mother.

[proudsuccessor]

Yes. [It pleases her to hear it, a hand straying up into her hair.]

And like my grandmothers.

[endure_soldier]

So I hear. I never had... The pleasure of meeting them.

[proudsuccessor]

Father has pictures of his mother. He and Lehi took them from his aunt's house.

[endure_soldier]

I'm sure they are interesting ladies. All you Morrison clan-women tend to be-- {Almost says "so pretty and so powerful, so full of other worldliness", but he stops himself in time.}

[proudsuccessor]

Beautiful, and dangerous.

[She supplies it for him, knows what they are and takes great pride in it.]

[endure_soldier]

{Wants to light a smoke, doesn't like to do it in front of Talle's kids. His smile is small.}

Que verdad.

google is to blame for anything wrong with what she just said

[proudsuccessor]

Cuál es mayor, el tío, el amor o el miedo?