Margret Waterstrike look her son over. He was still far to pale and that include Kit beside him. As a mother, she wants to bundle him back into bed and let him sleep off the rest of the healing that he had done at the Grindstone. Her hand tighten on her staff...Grindstone....the name was becoming a hated word to her because she could see now that it was killing her little boy. As a teacher, she had to put her foot down to this. "I talk to the Guildmaster and he said that he will gladly take you in as a student of Conjurery..."
John's head snapped up. "NO!"
Margret blink at her son shout of no. She turn startle eye to her husband, who was frown at their son. Then she realize that he had probably was worry about the clinic. "You don't have to worry about helping at the clinic. Mimi has come along nicely in her studies. She can help out while you're in Gridania..."
"I said no, Mom. I'm not going to learn Conjurery." John point down at Kit. "We're been able to heal just fine without it..."
"Heal...Heal..." Margret said. "You only killing yourself with this...ability of your," she said. She couldn't understand why he was acting this way. "At least with conjurery, the elementals will allow you to tap into the elements That will keep you from burning yourself out."
"And what then, Mom," he said, pointing out the window. "I'll be beholden to the elementals. I can't...won't let let someone, especially the elementals, tell me who I can and can't heal. And if it means I die from healing then so be it."
"Please be reasonable..."
"I am being reasonable," he said, ears forward in anger through his voice still was quiet. "And to the hells with the elementals over their hold on who lives and dies..." His head snap to the side as a sharp pain flash across his cheek.
Margret hand stinging snap her out of the anger that had well up in her at John's words. Horror rose up in her and she reach out to him, "john..."
His ears and tail hung low as he turn back to her. His head hanging down to not meet her eyes. "I'll go and learn Conjurery...Mother...so it will make 'you' happy." He turn from her and made his way to the door of their apartment. "But know that 'I'm' not happy about it."
"No wait John..." she began to protest but the door close with a soft click that sounded more like a bomb going off to her. Her staff drop from her hand and she buried her face into them "What have I done?" she sob. Then she felt herself pull into soft robs and strong chest. "We already lost Tanya...I can't lose him as well." She felt Thomas' lips touch the top of her head. "It's all 'their' fault...and it's yours for introducing him to 'those' people."
"It's not..." Thomas reply. "He's growing up and finding his own way." He ran his fingers through her hair. "Just give him time...like you did with Tanya when she protest as well."
John's head snapped up. "NO!"
Margret blink at her son shout of no. She turn startle eye to her husband, who was frown at their son. Then she realize that he had probably was worry about the clinic. "You don't have to worry about helping at the clinic. Mimi has come along nicely in her studies. She can help out while you're in Gridania..."
"I said no, Mom. I'm not going to learn Conjurery." John point down at Kit. "We're been able to heal just fine without it..."
"Heal...Heal..." Margret said. "You only killing yourself with this...ability of your," she said. She couldn't understand why he was acting this way. "At least with conjurery, the elementals will allow you to tap into the elements That will keep you from burning yourself out."
"And what then, Mom," he said, pointing out the window. "I'll be beholden to the elementals. I can't...won't let let someone, especially the elementals, tell me who I can and can't heal. And if it means I die from healing then so be it."
"Please be reasonable..."
"I am being reasonable," he said, ears forward in anger through his voice still was quiet. "And to the hells with the elementals over their hold on who lives and dies..." His head snap to the side as a sharp pain flash across his cheek.
Margret hand stinging snap her out of the anger that had well up in her at John's words. Horror rose up in her and she reach out to him, "john..."
His ears and tail hung low as he turn back to her. His head hanging down to not meet her eyes. "I'll go and learn Conjurery...Mother...so it will make 'you' happy." He turn from her and made his way to the door of their apartment. "But know that 'I'm' not happy about it."
"No wait John..." she began to protest but the door close with a soft click that sounded more like a bomb going off to her. Her staff drop from her hand and she buried her face into them "What have I done?" she sob. Then she felt herself pull into soft robs and strong chest. "We already lost Tanya...I can't lose him as well." She felt Thomas' lips touch the top of her head. "It's all 'their' fault...and it's yours for introducing him to 'those' people."
"It's not..." Thomas reply. "He's growing up and finding his own way." He ran his fingers through her hair. "Just give him time...like you did with Tanya when she protest as well."
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