Madeira blinked owlishly at the one year old, who was yapping in distress. Something about... turning dead people into magic shoes? She supposed this 'never understanding each other' thing was going to be a lot more literal than she had originally thought.
"Aaaand we're done here", she clapped her hands once, as if the sharp sound were the final punctuation. The cork in the proverbial can of worms. That Gordian knot of confusion was going to have to wait. They'd been imposing on Shallon's patience for too long. She stood and took the child by the hand, towing him along out of the training room.
After the dampened noise of the padded room, everything felt a little more sharp than it did before. Kyra was standing in her kitchen, and the teaspoon bouncing on the rim of her mug was much too loud for the small space. She looked up as the two pushed through the door and her weather beaten face cracked into a smile.
"Did you have a good chat?"
"The best." Madeira struggled to keep the exasperation out of her voice. "We're on our way out. Thank you for taking Moritz on as a student. He'll be back."
"He better", here her attention slid to the child. "Remember what you learned- always get up when you're knocked down. I'll look forward to seeing you again, boy."
The three of them exchanged niceties, collected their shoes, and Madeira and Moritz left. The midmorning sunshine had finally chased away the last of the mist, and the sky above was bright and clear. And like this, walking hand in hand, Madeira explained to her son the concept of a soul, and what it means to be a magic user.
"Aaaand we're done here", she clapped her hands once, as if the sharp sound were the final punctuation. The cork in the proverbial can of worms. That Gordian knot of confusion was going to have to wait. They'd been imposing on Shallon's patience for too long. She stood and took the child by the hand, towing him along out of the training room.
After the dampened noise of the padded room, everything felt a little more sharp than it did before. Kyra was standing in her kitchen, and the teaspoon bouncing on the rim of her mug was much too loud for the small space. She looked up as the two pushed through the door and her weather beaten face cracked into a smile.
"Did you have a good chat?"
"The best." Madeira struggled to keep the exasperation out of her voice. "We're on our way out. Thank you for taking Moritz on as a student. He'll be back."
"He better", here her attention slid to the child. "Remember what you learned- always get up when you're knocked down. I'll look forward to seeing you again, boy."
The three of them exchanged niceties, collected their shoes, and Madeira and Moritz left. The midmorning sunshine had finally chased away the last of the mist, and the sky above was bright and clear. And like this, walking hand in hand, Madeira explained to her son the concept of a soul, and what it means to be a magic user.