After a hearty meal, Lith prepared a hot tea that they sipped on the reef outside the tower. The Kingdom was way colder than the Desert and the early spring wind coming from the north still carried the rigor of winter.
Lith conjured three comfortable chairs and waited for his sister to talk. Rena looked at the waves crashing against the shoreline for a while, sipping her tea in silence.
"You know, sometimes I wonder how my life would have been if I wasn't the oldest child." She lowered her eyes, her voice sad and full of regret.
"I beg your pardon?" Lith moved the milk bottle away from Elysia in confusion and the baby girl roasted his stubble with Origin Flames in outrage.
"You know, this." Rena pointed at the tower, the sea, and the water bubbles Lith had conjured to douse the flames. "The magic, the adventures, the amazing bloodline abilities. Don't get me wrong, I love my life.
