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The Mysteries (of Life)
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Violet eyes regarded the dusky skinned infant cradled lightly in Magnus' hands from over one his broad shoulders, chin resting on her cupped palms.
"I wonder if I should be put out that she resembles you so," Ira remarked dryly.
"In colouring, perhaps," riposted Magnus, "I would say she resembles you more."
He traced a large finger over the slant of the child's eyebrows, and the curve of her cheek, "Here, and here, she will have a regal, queenly beauty when she becomes an adult."
Ira slanted a look at the side of Magnus' head, "Flatterer," she accused, not entirely able to hide a small pleased smile and a faint blush.
Feeling her smile, he said with pious innocence, "But I only speak the truth."
Ira laughed quietly and rested her cheek against his.
The baby gurgled, as if sensing the moment and was keen to bring their attention back to her.
"That's rude," chided Magnus, as Ira laughed again, forehead coming rest on her forearms as her shoulders shook with mirth.
"She has initiative," observed Ira, her eyes merry.
Magnus let out a groaning sigh.
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Lines etched themselves precisely into the dry ground in complex whorls and swirls, none overlapping unless the mind behind the creation of the design willed it so.
Arcana sat back with a huff of breath in the shade of the pavilion and looked hopefully up at her Raptora teacher, fidgeting, as he studied the designs at some length before nodding in approval and saying, "Your fine control is improving greatly, well done Lady Arcana."
She huffed again, "Of course it is," she remarked grumpily, "With all the control exercises you have me doing."
Iah raised his eyebrows mildly, "Sutekh noted that such things seemed necessary."
Arcana wilted visibly, "He told you about…that?"
She got a look of calm reproof, "You did ignite his robes in a fit of pique." He gestured at the design on in the ground, "So we decided it was necessary, so you would have the restraint to release your powers only when needed."
She nodded silently, eyes worried, "But…"
"You are impatient," finished Iah, his deep brown eyes understanding.
The young redhead fidgeted again.
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AN:Note, despite her verbosity here, Arcana is roughly five or six years old here, perhaps a little more, telepathy and how she has been raised has made her mature a little faster than normal.