Twelfth Conflagration

[prodigious_mage]

[private, hackable to family and friends]
Sis . . .

You remember?  When we were younger . . . Back when I first learned to walk.  I'd almost got the hang of it, but I just couldn't stop myself from tumbling over and crashing into things all the time -- Of course, you'd managed it perfectly already.  And even then, you'd already honed your 'Stop that

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[itwillgrow]

[ In the park, wandering around and getting used to the town, little eleven year old crusader child thing. ]

What are you crying about?

[prodigious_mage]

Everything. Go away.

[A swing of his staff sends a dozen arrows thudding into the bark of another tree; Palom rips one out and continues to stab it repeatedly into the trunk, taking a certain perverse pleasure in doing so.]

[itwillgrow]

[ And she would, but... ] How the heck did you do that?

[prodigious_mage]

Magic. Go away.

[He abandons the mage arrows and settles for chucking a really large rock into the pond and watching them sploosh.]

[itwillgrow]

No way! You're a pagan, aren't you? Tell me how you did that!

[prodigious_mage]

Magic. Go away.

[Ker-sploosh!]

[itwillgrow]

...

[ Sigh. And then, hands on her hips, she drops that and comes closer. ]

What's wrong?

[prodigious_mage]

Everything. Why don't you understand 'go away'?

[itwillgrow]

Because you're acting weird.

[prodigious_mage]

Gee. Figure that out by yourself?