"Well, we might as well begin with something interesting to get this
started of correctly," Ciaran stated. "Beginners spells would be pointless
at this point. I must say, your education will be the most unconventional
I've yet to hear of."
Morgan looked at him with interest, "What did you have in mind?"
"Weather spells," Ciaran told her.
Cal nearly choked, "Weather spells? Are you sure she is up to that?
Ciaran glared at Cal, "It is rather presumptuous of you to think you know better my daughters abilities than I do."
"Well, of course," Cal replied. "But I was the one who was teaching her before."
"I know her potential, as I have also given her a lesson or two. Also I have far more experience than a boy of your age does," Ciaran said patronizingly.
Cal glared in response.
"Now that that is dealt with, we'll trying merely reversing the outside conditions first," Ciaran flicked his hand and the wall on the far side of the room became as transparent as a window.
"You better be able to reverse that," Cal mumbled under his breath.
"So, what do I do?" Morgan asked looking to Ciaran for guidance.
In answer Ciaran flicked his hands in a circular patter, reminiscent of a whirlpool. Outside Morgan saw clouds appear in the dusk sky, darkening ominously. The pressure of the air mounted until a rapid lightning bolt began a raging storm.
"Oooh," Morgan toned in awe, "Let me try!"
She swirled her hands just as he had. Pausing, she realized nothing had happened.
"The sky is already storming. To reverse the pattern, swirl your hands in the opposite direction," her father instructed.
Doing as he said, the clouds immediately dispersed and the sky was clear. "That was such a rush," Morgan breathed.
"That was awesome," Cal said in awe. "It took me years...I guess I should expect this by now."
"Is there a practical application to this?" Morgan asked, curiously.
"Other than getting out of the family picnic?" Cal asked sarcastically, silenced once again by a glare from Ciaran.
"Weather can affect many plans, it is best to be able to control one's environment," Ciaran instructed.
"Well, I'm beat. All that magic takes a lot out of you. I think I'll head home," Morgan said calmly.
"Okay," Ciaran said, slightly disappointed.
"It's not that I don't want to hang out with you and catch up, I really am tired. Do you mind?" Morgan asked.
"Of course not, there's plenty of time to 'hang' later," Ciaran replied, a slight tone of humor in his voice.
"I'll tell Killan he can return home," Cal said.
"Home-home or home?" Morgan asked.
"Why does it matter?" Ciaran asked curiously.
"Well, I'd like him to 'hang' too," Morgan said, emphasizing the teenage slang.
"Then, I suppose we could go with the original plan and have him reside with you?" Ciaran suggested.
"That'd be fun," Morgan said, imagining a sleepover with toenail painting and gossip.
Turning toward the door she stopped, "All right what spell did you put on me?"
"Hmm..what are you talking about? You agreed to have it put on you," Ciaran reminded her.
"Not that one, the other one. I can feel it," Morgan said pensively. "Cal, what is it?"
"Well, you can't blame me for being protective!" Cal said innocently. "It's just a protection spell."
"Protection from what?" Morgan asked, slightly suspicious.
"All right, it's a Hunter repellent spell. I don't want him getting his claws into you again," Cal said sweetly.
"I'm too tired to be angry, just take it off," Morgan said listlessly.
"All right," Cal agreed and removed the spell.
Morgan left after the spell was removed and headed directly for her house. Upon arrival she saw a figure lurking in the darkness. Before her eyes could discern his identity her senses whispered Hunter.
Morgan looked at him with interest, "What did you have in mind?"
"Weather spells," Ciaran told her.
Cal nearly choked, "Weather spells? Are you sure she is up to that?
Ciaran glared at Cal, "It is rather presumptuous of you to think you know better my daughters abilities than I do."
"Well, of course," Cal replied. "But I was the one who was teaching her before."
"I know her potential, as I have also given her a lesson or two. Also I have far more experience than a boy of your age does," Ciaran said patronizingly.
Cal glared in response.
"Now that that is dealt with, we'll trying merely reversing the outside conditions first," Ciaran flicked his hand and the wall on the far side of the room became as transparent as a window.
"You better be able to reverse that," Cal mumbled under his breath.
"So, what do I do?" Morgan asked looking to Ciaran for guidance.
In answer Ciaran flicked his hands in a circular patter, reminiscent of a whirlpool. Outside Morgan saw clouds appear in the dusk sky, darkening ominously. The pressure of the air mounted until a rapid lightning bolt began a raging storm.
"Oooh," Morgan toned in awe, "Let me try!"
She swirled her hands just as he had. Pausing, she realized nothing had happened.
"The sky is already storming. To reverse the pattern, swirl your hands in the opposite direction," her father instructed.
Doing as he said, the clouds immediately dispersed and the sky was clear. "That was such a rush," Morgan breathed.
"That was awesome," Cal said in awe. "It took me years...I guess I should expect this by now."
"Is there a practical application to this?" Morgan asked, curiously.
"Other than getting out of the family picnic?" Cal asked sarcastically, silenced once again by a glare from Ciaran.
"Weather can affect many plans, it is best to be able to control one's environment," Ciaran instructed.
"Well, I'm beat. All that magic takes a lot out of you. I think I'll head home," Morgan said calmly.
"Okay," Ciaran said, slightly disappointed.
"It's not that I don't want to hang out with you and catch up, I really am tired. Do you mind?" Morgan asked.
"Of course not, there's plenty of time to 'hang' later," Ciaran replied, a slight tone of humor in his voice.
"I'll tell Killan he can return home," Cal said.
"Home-home or home?" Morgan asked.
"Why does it matter?" Ciaran asked curiously.
"Well, I'd like him to 'hang' too," Morgan said, emphasizing the teenage slang.
"Then, I suppose we could go with the original plan and have him reside with you?" Ciaran suggested.
"That'd be fun," Morgan said, imagining a sleepover with toenail painting and gossip.
Turning toward the door she stopped, "All right what spell did you put on me?"
"Hmm..what are you talking about? You agreed to have it put on you," Ciaran reminded her.
"Not that one, the other one. I can feel it," Morgan said pensively. "Cal, what is it?"
"Well, you can't blame me for being protective!" Cal said innocently. "It's just a protection spell."
"Protection from what?" Morgan asked, slightly suspicious.
"All right, it's a Hunter repellent spell. I don't want him getting his claws into you again," Cal said sweetly.
"I'm too tired to be angry, just take it off," Morgan said listlessly.
"All right," Cal agreed and removed the spell.
Morgan left after the spell was removed and headed directly for her house. Upon arrival she saw a figure lurking in the darkness. Before her eyes could discern his identity her senses whispered Hunter.