Post by Hadjara on Apr 19, 2013 16:09:38 GMT -5
Hadjara glanced at Rosalind’s expression when Ramla mentioned her magical abilities. They were still excited about the existence of magic and didn’t really understand why magic was something you didn’t usually want to broadcast. At least she didn’t want to, especially since Malak had already shown her some of their magic and Hadjara wasn’t sure that she had made the connection to the boy who killed the priest just yet. After a pause, Hadjara looked away, to her brother whose burnt tongue was lolling out of his mouth. ”Show me your arm,” Hadjara instructed and he looked up sharply, surprised for a second before he slowly held out the arm still slathered in burn salve.
Wordlessly, Hadjara reached out and wrapped her own hand around his elbow, feeling the burns from pulling his young cousin out of the fire. They were hot, even with the salve, and even if it wasn’t as brutal as Ramla’s had been they were still already starting to blister badly. Slowly, Hadjara ran her smooth, cool fingers down her brother’s arm as healing chills radiated out, restoring his skin until she had trailed her fingers all the way down to his wrist. ”How’s that then?” Hadjara asked, wiping the salve on her fingers off on her pants without looking away from Hamza.
The boy raised his arm and looked at it, before he nodded and said, ”Yeah, feels fine.” He pulled the corner of his shirt up and rubbed what remained of the salve off his pale, unblemished skin.
Zayn liked tea more than his brother did, partially because he had blown on it first so he hadn’t burned his mouth and because he wanted to see Rosalind’s power. Amira looked like her reaction was mixed on how she felt while Ramla was still very carefully blowing on her tea so she wouldn’t burn herself again. ”Done!” Zayn suddenly bust out, startling Ramla enough that she almost dropped her mug. The curly haired boy looked at Rosalind with a wide grin and held out his cup with the soupy dredges still floating at the bottom. ”What’s it say then?” Zayn was eager and the girls were too. Hamza was pretending not to be interested so off the lot, only Suhail was as uninterested in hearing the future as Hadjara herself and that was only because he didn’t know what was going on.
”All we ever do at home is work,” Ramla said, pouting after Rosalind asked.
Amira wrinkled her brow at that comment and looked sharply at the little girl and said, ”Work? No ya don’t, all ya do all day is play an’ sometimes look for kindlin’!”
”Oh yeah, ‘cause lookin’ for frogs is so hard,” Hamza muttered under his breath but Amira heard him and the young girl shot him a dirty glare.
”At least I kin catch food, how many times have ya’ll come home with nuthin?” Amira snapped. Of course, that struck at Zayn as well as Hamza, since the brothers had always hunted together and they both started to protest loudly.
”Hey, hey, HEY,” Hadjara cut in, almost needing to shout to be heard over them but it got their attention and they abruptly fell silent, even if they kept shooting each other dirty looks. ”Cut it out, we talked ‘bout this.” Hadjara glared at all of them, but they all avoided eye contact with her. Once she was satisfied that they would stop she turned back to sooth Suhail, who had become distressed the moment she raised her voice.
Wordlessly, Hadjara reached out and wrapped her own hand around his elbow, feeling the burns from pulling his young cousin out of the fire. They were hot, even with the salve, and even if it wasn’t as brutal as Ramla’s had been they were still already starting to blister badly. Slowly, Hadjara ran her smooth, cool fingers down her brother’s arm as healing chills radiated out, restoring his skin until she had trailed her fingers all the way down to his wrist. ”How’s that then?” Hadjara asked, wiping the salve on her fingers off on her pants without looking away from Hamza.
The boy raised his arm and looked at it, before he nodded and said, ”Yeah, feels fine.” He pulled the corner of his shirt up and rubbed what remained of the salve off his pale, unblemished skin.
Zayn liked tea more than his brother did, partially because he had blown on it first so he hadn’t burned his mouth and because he wanted to see Rosalind’s power. Amira looked like her reaction was mixed on how she felt while Ramla was still very carefully blowing on her tea so she wouldn’t burn herself again. ”Done!” Zayn suddenly bust out, startling Ramla enough that she almost dropped her mug. The curly haired boy looked at Rosalind with a wide grin and held out his cup with the soupy dredges still floating at the bottom. ”What’s it say then?” Zayn was eager and the girls were too. Hamza was pretending not to be interested so off the lot, only Suhail was as uninterested in hearing the future as Hadjara herself and that was only because he didn’t know what was going on.
”All we ever do at home is work,” Ramla said, pouting after Rosalind asked.
Amira wrinkled her brow at that comment and looked sharply at the little girl and said, ”Work? No ya don’t, all ya do all day is play an’ sometimes look for kindlin’!”
”Oh yeah, ‘cause lookin’ for frogs is so hard,” Hamza muttered under his breath but Amira heard him and the young girl shot him a dirty glare.
”At least I kin catch food, how many times have ya’ll come home with nuthin?” Amira snapped. Of course, that struck at Zayn as well as Hamza, since the brothers had always hunted together and they both started to protest loudly.
”Hey, hey, HEY,” Hadjara cut in, almost needing to shout to be heard over them but it got their attention and they abruptly fell silent, even if they kept shooting each other dirty looks. ”Cut it out, we talked ‘bout this.” Hadjara glared at all of them, but they all avoided eye contact with her. Once she was satisfied that they would stop she turned back to sooth Suhail, who had become distressed the moment she raised her voice.