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Beneath the Summerset 3/3

(Anonymous) 2013-08-20 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Norindil toyed with his fork apprehensively and glanced at his mother. She was busy trying to get Selshina to eat mashed kelp, but there was unmistakeably a disappointed frown stretched across her face.

"... Yes, I might I have said something like that."

"And what would drive you to treat your sister like that?"

Norindil huffed in annoyance and stabbed moodily at his salad. "She's always getting in the way of things! Today I was trying to clean the mess that she did, indeed, have a role in," he eyed his father, "and instead she was there, stuffing her face with treats, ripping at the cloths and generally being a pain. And it's not just this one day either, I - see?!" Norindil dramatically wielded his fork like a sword towards Selshina and both his parents turned to see her spill her cup of juice, the liquid staining several inches of white linen purple. "See?! She gets on my nerves like nothing else, some days."

Norindil's mother simply gave a small smile and lifted Selshina up from her high-chair. "Your sister," she said calmly, "is still growing, my child."

"And as her elder sibling, it's your duty to take care of her." Halenor added, soaking up the mess with a napkin.

"I don't want to take care of her! I've got my own things to do; Selshina's nothing but a bother most of the time. She can't stay clean, or take care of herself." Norindil glared at his father, who was pointedly not looking back. "Selshina is completely useless, and we all know it."

"Well, I can think of one thing your sister can do," Norindil turned to his mother's voice and quickly pulled back in surprise as he nearly smashed his tender forehead against Selshina's nose, who was being held so close to Norindil he could smell her musk of baby-softness.

Selshina, unperturbed by her brother's quick retreat, reached out a hand once again glowing with a healing spell. Norindil scoffed and raised an eyebrow at Selshina.

"You can't heal me, you're too young for that."

Nevertheless, Selshina placed a sticky hand on Norindil's bruised forehead and squealed. To Norindil's great surprise, he felt the pulse of a fully-formed healing spell travel through his head. Glowing energy was cast wave after wave, and Norindil felt his forehead tighten.

When the light began to face, he pulled back to eye his baby sister with shock. He gingerly fingered his forehead; the bruise was nearly gone. The spell was weak, immature, and completely raw, but it was unmistakeably there. Two-year-old Selshina had just cast a spell that would have been expected from an eight-year-old.

"Selshina may not be as eloquent as you," his mother explained, smiling widely, "or as clean, or obedient, but she still has her own talents."

Norindil gaped wordlessly at Selshina. Green eyes stared in disbelief at innocent, gold ones. But the moment was gone as soon as it came. Norindil once again adopted a look of annoyed superiority and turned away. "I bet you were secretly helping Selshina with that, trying to trick me to think she could heal a bruise herself."

Halenor and his wife merely smiled at each other. As Selshina left to take a bath with her mother, Halenor softly rubbed the back of his son's neck.

"As you both get older, you'll learn to appreciate each other more."

Norindil absently rubbed his healed forehead, recalling the pulses of healing energy from his infant sister. He was silent, but a part of him felt as if he already did, despite his frustration.

Re: Beneath the Summerset 3/3

(Anonymous) 2013-08-28 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
D'Aw!

This gave Passerby!Anon all the warm fuzzies :)