"Ah, children. I remember when I was your age." Aran sounded like he was thirty instead of seven, which made the real adults stifle a chuckle. "You are as naïve as I was back when I considered magic some kind of fun, shiny toy."
"Is it not?" Nessa tilted her head in confusion. "You do lots of funny things with magic, Big Sis. Don't you like it?"
"We do like it, Lil Sis, but magic is no toy." Leria replied.
"Why is she 'lil sis' and I'm 'dummy' most of the times?" Aran grunted.
"Because she's a child!"
"I'm not a child!" Nessa pouted, her tone so serious that the room exploded in a laugh.
"Of course you are, baby girl." Senton lifted her in his arms. "If you were a grown-up, you would have to work with daddy in the smithy and have no time to play with your brothers. Is that what you want."
"No." The little girl replied while hugging him. "Can I watch you work, Daddy?"
