A/N: Sorry 'bout the delay!
Alycia was still giggling at the supreme look of shock on Numair's face as he heard that. Quite amusing, really.
"I have a question," Neal started.
"Only one?" Numair asked sarcastically.
"How did she do that?"
"No idea," Alycia said cheerfully.
"Well, maybe she has magic?" Numair said, even more sarcastically. He wasn't in the best of moods.
"Well, it has to be stronger than yours to freeze you like that," Neal shot back. Alycia groaned.
"Can you both please stop acting like little kids?" She heard that a ton of times at her... whatever.
"We're not!" they chorused. She smacked her forehead. I'm seven and I can act better than them, she thought.
"Maybe it has something to do with... Spellsinging, is it?" Neal's father ventured.
"Prob'ly." Alycia said.
"It's a possibility." Numair forgot the argument instantly. Alycia was forcibly reminded of Dory from Finding Nemo. (A/N: Great way to annoy people is to say 'Keep on swimming, Keep on swimming, Keep on swimming, Keep on swimming, etc.' Then later you say it once and the person gets annoyed)
"Maybe we should do a quick test. Just to be sure." Neal suggested. Alycia nodded.
"'K" She flipped through the book.
"Teleportation?"
"Too risky."
"Shape-shifting?"
"How will you change back?"
"Command Spells?"
"Maybe."
"Death spells?"
"NO!"
"I like this!" She laughed. "Nice and easy."
"Light as a feather,
Not drifting like ash,
Floating above a candle in the wind."
As she sang the worlds, she floated upward slightly. She grinned cheerfully and "swam" through the air.
"Now try to get down," Numair said. She looked at him. She shook her head and swam down slowly, so she didn't rocket upward.
She softly hummed a melody, singing most of it very softly. Slowly but surely, Numair's hair turned acid green. Neal's eyes got as wide as saucers, and the duke was trying to hold back a snicker.
It didn't work.
"What is so funny?" Numair asked, puzzled. "If it's about the spy thing, there was someone in the palace who wasn't supposed to be."
Neal and Alycia looked at each other and gulped.
"But the fact that Alycia is a mage raises some questions."
"Such as?"
"Who will teach her?"
"You."
"Is it that obvious?"
"Yes."
"Alycia," Numair turned to her, "You can stay here for now."
"Okay."
"Anything you want to say?"
"Talk bad. Sleep good. Me go nighty-night now." Alycia stumbled to the bed as the others left.
"Strange child." And who has green hair? Alycia thought wickedly.
"I agree."
When they all left, Alycia flipped through the book. She stopped at a spell to open locks. She folded the corner, and flipped to a spell that made her invisible.
Thirty minutes later, Alycia came back in the room, a dictionary in her hand. She had to figure out more about this Spellsinging stuff.
Alycia was still giggling at the supreme look of shock on Numair's face as he heard that. Quite amusing, really.
"I have a question," Neal started.
"Only one?" Numair asked sarcastically.
"How did she do that?"
"No idea," Alycia said cheerfully.
"Well, maybe she has magic?" Numair said, even more sarcastically. He wasn't in the best of moods.
"Well, it has to be stronger than yours to freeze you like that," Neal shot back. Alycia groaned.
"Can you both please stop acting like little kids?" She heard that a ton of times at her... whatever.
"We're not!" they chorused. She smacked her forehead. I'm seven and I can act better than them, she thought.
"Maybe it has something to do with... Spellsinging, is it?" Neal's father ventured.
"Prob'ly." Alycia said.
"It's a possibility." Numair forgot the argument instantly. Alycia was forcibly reminded of Dory from Finding Nemo. (A/N: Great way to annoy people is to say 'Keep on swimming, Keep on swimming, Keep on swimming, Keep on swimming, etc.' Then later you say it once and the person gets annoyed)
"Maybe we should do a quick test. Just to be sure." Neal suggested. Alycia nodded.
"'K" She flipped through the book.
"Teleportation?"
"Too risky."
"Shape-shifting?"
"How will you change back?"
"Command Spells?"
"Maybe."
"Death spells?"
"NO!"
"I like this!" She laughed. "Nice and easy."
"Light as a feather,
Not drifting like ash,
Floating above a candle in the wind."
As she sang the worlds, she floated upward slightly. She grinned cheerfully and "swam" through the air.
"Now try to get down," Numair said. She looked at him. She shook her head and swam down slowly, so she didn't rocket upward.
She softly hummed a melody, singing most of it very softly. Slowly but surely, Numair's hair turned acid green. Neal's eyes got as wide as saucers, and the duke was trying to hold back a snicker.
It didn't work.
"What is so funny?" Numair asked, puzzled. "If it's about the spy thing, there was someone in the palace who wasn't supposed to be."
Neal and Alycia looked at each other and gulped.
"But the fact that Alycia is a mage raises some questions."
"Such as?"
"Who will teach her?"
"You."
"Is it that obvious?"
"Yes."
"Alycia," Numair turned to her, "You can stay here for now."
"Okay."
"Anything you want to say?"
"Talk bad. Sleep good. Me go nighty-night now." Alycia stumbled to the bed as the others left.
"Strange child." And who has green hair? Alycia thought wickedly.
"I agree."
When they all left, Alycia flipped through the book. She stopped at a spell to open locks. She folded the corner, and flipped to a spell that made her invisible.
Thirty minutes later, Alycia came back in the room, a dictionary in her hand. She had to figure out more about this Spellsinging stuff.