"Keep your eyes
open! We don't know what's in here."
"Don’t worry Brother, I’ll
keep you safe from the droplets of water.”
"Must you mock
me?"
"You cannot give a
lion a meal, and not expect it to be devoured."
"Oh? Am I the meal, in
this self-serving metaphor?
"No, you're the
chef. Your decisions and vocabulary, are the meal."
"My vocabulary is my decision, Cedric."
"Yes but, they're both ridicu-"
"Stop it! We must
focus!"
The steel staff was under Thomas' firm, focused grip. Thomas tried to shake his head of his older brother's antics. He hates how even out here by
themselves, Cedric must act as if he's impressing some girls during practice.
Thomas couldn't believe Cedric even convinced him to wander out here.
"You must, relax
Tommy, we-"
"You know I don't
like to be called that!" Thomas spat as he slapped his brother's shoulder
with his staff.
"Be careful with
that!" Cedric cried out. "I don't want you to turn me into a toad in
here, of all places!"
"Don't be a fool!
That's not how staffs work. They're an empowering medium through which I can
augment the essence of the magic within me."
"And you ask why I
mock you."
"You asked a stupid
question!"
"It wasn't a
question, you -"
"Be quiet!"
"We're fine! There's-
"I hear something,
be quiet!"
