@ourboncls || Starter Call
Robin
“You have certainly perfected that spell, my little bird,”
He bears an innate talent for magic-- of this, Naeva is certain. Perhaps it is to be expected, what with him capable of acting as the Fell Dragon’s vessel, and being the offspring of Plegia’s most accomplished sorcerer and a powerful sage. Still, it is not something the mother feels the need to fear or hide-- no, instead, it should be nurtured; allowed to thrive and reach its full potential not for the sake of his purpose, but for himself. She would want nothing more than for her darling child to vastly outrank her in magic if that is what he desires, too. And so, perhaps it is to the surprise of no-one that, as she addresses Robin, the proudest, warmest of smiles remains etched onto red lips.
“I do believe you are almost ready to move on to the next tome. At this rate, we shall have to buy more at the next market we see.”
Of course, the time would come when she would deem it safe enough for him to try casting the spell she conjured on her own-- superior jolt, the one that constantly remains by her side--, but for now they must take small steps. It would be one thing, if a miscast accidentally lit a tree or three on fire-- it would be something else entirely if such a thing would harm her son, and without knowing what the consequences are, Naeva remains reluctant to let him try at the moment. Instead, she remains sitting on the ground, hands resting atop of a staff laid across her lap, the chirps of crickets and the fire off to the side filling the pause she takes between sentences.
“Could you show me it again, Robin?”