Arkana looked at where the bottle of water had been. He pouted, his fun destroyed. But, he still had his boxes of matches hidden around the house, at least Mahad did not know about those.
“Can’t an older brother come and see his younger sibling?”
It totally escaped Mahad’s chaotic mind that maybe Mahad did not mind him coming to visit if he wasn’t a walking incarnation of chaos, destruction, and whatever else came into his tornado of a mind.
Walking over to Mahad, he placed an arm around him. A wide smile on his face. “Mahad, will you let me stay if I don’t tell anyone about you and those onions?”
“Normally when you do, I have to take precautions in case something catches on fire by your doing.” And he hasn’t got the slightest idea about the matches. The arm around his shoulder has him squint.
“It is of little worry to me whether you tell about— onions?” He grips the other’s hand with two of his fingers and drops it down while wondering about his choice of negotiation. “What of me and onions? That I would consume them raw, just as I would do with any obstacle?” If he had one right now, he would be snapping it between his fingers, so instead he runs a hand through his hair, maintaining an indifferent expression. For the record, that was supposed to be a threat.
“Fine, you can stay. We won’t be alone, however. There are new magicians residing in this castle. This is why I ask of you to be careful with your actions. I’ll have a room prepared for you.”
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