Cara Devian
It is been a year since then, I am a bit worried why my little boy haven't learnt atleast a single spell yet. He could atleast lift a spoon now as a nature.
It is just... like walking.
So, to clarify things, today, we decided to travel to the capital city, Silovas, to test Jhonny's galdiric aptitude.
Although I haven't encountered people born without sense for galdir, I have read that humans don't naturally possess an aptitude for it until a man named Miguel Crow, from another continent, cast a briogald, that is responsible for changing the entire world, and thus evolving humans to have an organ somewhere in our brainstem which is now called ephoclose gland, which is also responsible for allowing humans to feel and control galdir particles or gardillites.
A/N: Briogald is a galdiric spell variant that can change or affect an entire planet.
It doesn't matter if my son can't use galdiric arts. We just want to test his aptitude for us to know what is the best for him.
"What is the problem Jhonny, are you nervous for the test?" I asked my son sitting on the couch. "The trip will take an entire week or so. Just relax for now okay?" I know that something is wrong about him because he is doing that popping knuckles stuff which I initially noticed when I first read his mind while thinking about the painting he broke.
"Mama." he said sternly as he look into my eyes "papa said that mind reading is not good, you are insading their prigrasy".
Did he think that I am reading his mind?
And what?
Insading? Prigrasy?
I let out a chuckle "Did you mean in-VA-ding and pri-VA-cy?"
"I said invading and privacy earlier!" he replied in loud voice as he look down the floor.
"Am I deaf, Jhonny?" I said as I hold his head gently with my both hands and look 'kindly' to his eyes.
"N...no ma... I...I... j-ju-just..." he replied while stuttering.
"Jhon, I know it is embarrassing to commit mistakes specially when you are in an argument, let alone admit it. But be careful not to lie, because if you used to do so, time will come, that, even you, won't know if your own words are true anymore" I know that he won't understand the real essence of those words, but I will repeat it to him over and over and over again just like how my mom, his grandma, used to do before.
Am I doing it right?
Through these years, I have kept asking myself that question.
He stared into my eyes now without any expressions of shame and fear but with bright expression like a plant finally seeing a sunlight after being hidden in some cabinet for weeks. Or... maybe it was just what I thought.
I hope that my words will have retention to him.
I really think that mind reading biolvane, is really handy for moms.
A/N: Biolvane(Ba-yol-veyn) is a type of spell that needs to be casted to an unconscious, sleeping or weakened target to take effect for a duration of time.
"Now... new question. Why are you nervous?"
He look away once again and respond "The things I read in papa's library, can I astive it?"
Astive? Or a-CHIE-ve.
For a second, it felt like a needle pinned my chest, although he got his words wrong, I am getting a gist that he is not just nervous.
He is frustrated.
I don't want to let him down more, however, I also don't want to lie and lift his hopes up and get it crushed later on.
I straightened my back, still looking at him, I replied "I don't want to lie, Jhon. Maybe no, howe-"
"So all of those things I saw in those books... are they just... just pictures for me?"
Woah... wait... wait... I am not expecting this from a six year old. Is he reading drama? I can't remember our library to have those kind of books.
Maybe in the internet.
"Jhon, I am not done speaking yet" I said firmly.
"I am sorry"
"Those things written or drawn in those books are actually just pictures or words, if you say so. They are there just to clarify the object they represent" what am I saying? Am I really to expect these words to makes sense to a 6 year old?
"Ahem...
"What I simply mean is, maybe you can't or maybe you can, but just because you can't do things that all people can, doesn't mean that you are inferior to them, you can even make things that others can't, and that is a part of your identity" It might sound hypocritical for someone who can take down an entire army but I mean them, my son has his own talents.
He gave me a meaningful smile and I lowered down to hug him.
"You are so cuuute, what's with that drama?" I said while tightening my embrace.
"W...waiiiiiitt... Ma...ma... I... can't breathe" He said, not wanting to answer my question.
"And... it is a-CHIE-ve, not astive"
With a smile still etched on his lips, he nodded and kissed my cheeks.
"Love you mama..."
Ohhhh... that's so cute...
"I love you too..."
letting out a chuckle and releasing him I asked "Do you have all things you need my little one?"
"Ahem... Yes I got them all in the bag"
"Where is papa? We should go now" I said to myself aloud.
"He said he will just test drive our skyboat and we are good to goooooooo" my son said as he hop down the couch and stretch his back as if he meant to break his spine.
"Test drive huh? I really hope he didn't drive that thing around the world" I said while picking up my phone to call my husband.
"Don't worry... papa will sure bring lots of treats with him if he really did explore the entire world"
"You know, maybe your stomach and brain switch places this time"
Knocking to his head as if it was a door he replied in a unusual comedic voice "Nope, there are no grogs in my head" and now tapping his belly "Yup, I am sure now, things are in place where they should be"
Rolling my eyes while smiling, I look at my phone to find the phonebook app until...
A wheezing sound approached the yard.
A large ship-like vehicle, half the size of the house, carefully landing on the grassy ground as its propulsion on its back slowly loses its flame and its landing gear lowered to touch the ground.
It doesn't need that aerodynamic stuffs to fly and that is thanks to Starwarltz Crystals that store gardillites to perform hover arts to lift the boat.
"What took you so long Arnie?" I asked my husband while tapping on the apple-green ethereal console hovering half an inch over his left arm to lower the stairs for us.
"Hehe... I just took a short fieldtrip with Valdarhinse" my husband, Arnold or Arnie, replied while rubbing the back of his head.
Valdarhinse, the name of our airboat.
We stared at each other awkwardly for a minute or two.
I can't help but admire how he looks that way.
Wearing a white longsleeves with cyan pipings trailing from his shoulder down to he side of his sleeve and ending with a circle around his wrist. His ash hair gracefully swaying, following the will of the wind. His handsome face still carry that same humble ambiance from the day I met him.
"Uhmmm... Are we going or not? It is fine if papa and mama wants to paint their faces in each other's mind while I stay in the library to paint my mind with pictures and words" my son interrupted with a sign of irritation.
Where did he learnt those languages?
"Oh yeah, of course" Arnold and I said simultaneously-uncomfortably.
Rolling his eyes, my son proceed to climb up with his blue backbpack to the retractable stairs while I follow him up.
Wait. Am I forgetting something?
"Uhmm... Cara? Have you prepared clothes for us?"
Ohh right, it will be a long trip I forgot to bring the bags, and I haven't locked the door yet.
"Oh right! That's maybe why I am feeling a bit uneasy, hehe" I responded as I turn back to the house.
"Alright... alright, I'm gonna help you, maybe Jhonny here is being stubborn, that is why mama is forgetting things"
I didn't hear my son replied but, it is not actually his fault.
It is your fault... your charming aura took away all the things I planned... I mean... prepared.
But I can't tell it to him, can I?
Oh that's it... I am also nervous to find out what's with our son.
I mean, what is nothing with our son.
That's it!
"Cara? What are you doing? That's the backdoor, it is already... locked. Is something matter?" my husband asked with a worried look.
Crap. I am lost in my thoughts.
"N-No. I'm just checking it if it is locked, can't be so careful nowadays" I lied. I am thinking ways to prevent you from getting too proud of yourself, idiot!
'Talk about someone that teaches her son not to lie, yet... here she is, can't help but lie at times like this' I said to myself internally.
Although unsatisfied, Arnold just nodded and move to the front.
Sigh... Relax self... relax...
***
The alluring deep blue night sky bathed with the gentle light of our largest sky-mother, Dacina, beheld my eyes as our skyboat effortlessly flew above the clouds.
A/N: A sky-mother is just a moon, Yes... yes... I know... It might makes no sense but I really used to believe when I was a kid that our moon is the mother of the stars and the Sun is the father, hehe.
Jhonny is already asleep and I decided to go here in the deck to inhale some fresh air.
The uttergane barrier, which is, a barrier that is responsible for shielding the boat from the external natural forces such as wind pressure and temperature; is powered up to 85% , and just enough to reduce the harsh wind pressure to a gentle cool breeze of air that makes me clutch my arms and cast a low heat spell within my body for a superb level of comfort.
"Should I power up the barrier to 90% my love?" my husband asked while leaning in the front door of the superstructure. His charcoal eyes kindly stared at me as his ash hair gracefully dance with the soft wind penetrating the invisible barrier.
"No, it is fine... why, my dear?" I retorted with a question and a smile.
Walking towards me, he said "hmm... I am just... feeling galdiric disturbances around you, I can't see any visible spell so I concluded that it was just an art to warm yourself or something irrelevant, no?"
""Haha... It's just... for me to be more comfortable, the wind pressure is just fine as it is. Although it is a bit cooler than what I wanted, it is just perfect"
"Oh... haha... Anyways... the view here is just... alluring, isn't it?" he said as he put his hands in his waist and inhale as if he was inhaling a special air he won't inhale for the next few years.
A/N: There are 16 months in their world and 42-44 days each months. Although, their planet is on the goldilocks zone of the star system, the planet is 2.3x larger than Earth and took longer to fully revolve around their main star. More about this on preceding chapter. And of course, the gravity there is
I took a deep breath and responded "Yah, this breathtaking view took even my worries about Jhon" walking to the edge of the bow, I leaned on the railing, still not taking ny eyes of the gorgeous sight.
"Are you worried about him not being able to do the arts just like us? If that is the case, let us just cultivate him to be himself, we can't change the fact tha-"
"I know... I am not worried because he can't do things I expect him to do, what I am talking about is how he will interact with the world where galdiric arts is everything"
Being an adult who can cast 3 different spells is considered useless, let alone being someone who can't even do one.
"I already gave it a thought, after all, we can't be with him forever. However, galdiric arts are not the only thing someone can use as their assets in the real world"
"I already knew that, but isn't that a 'bit' far left behind? Besides, even you, used galdiric arts, don't you?" I stated, giving him an unsatisfied look.
Falgaharra or the "Weak Men's Arts", as the great galdrae calls it, although on par with with galdiric arts, is considered as primitive since you can do most things with galdiric arts nowadays.
A/N: Falgaharra = Science (-_-)
"Well... I only use galdiric arts for things I can't do with my arms and fingers, but I am pretty sure he will find an alternative, besides, he is also interested in things like that. And, aren't you just overthinking stuffs?"
And what part am I overthinking, I am just 'planning' or looking for alternative approach for our child. It is normal for me to think about things like this specially if it is for our son.
I was about to open my mouth to argue, he added "We are not even sure if he really can't do galdiric arts, are we? Why don't we enjoy this scenery for a while and don't worry about it until we know the results of the test"
He wrapped around is arms around my waist and said "I know Jhon is so precious to you and he is to me, however, forcing ourselves to prepare for things we didn't even know if exist is just a waste of emotion and thinking power"
I don't know if he is really a genius or just a walking embodiment of falgaharra that only worry for falgaharra itself. It sometimes felt adulterous.
But he has a point.
We don't know yet if he can't really use galdiric arts. So worrying seems like a waste of time but, it is just...
I was about to throw an argument at him then suddenly he wrap his arms around me tighter and kiss my lips, then he pull away while possessing that kind of smile that carry a message saying 'don't try to argue with me, or I will kiss you again'.
I feel my face getting warmer but I am sure it is not because of my spell.
Sigh... men... they use their charm to get away from topics that heat their guts.
"That... o-okay"
Crap...
I can't find any word to say.
It is a bit a shame for me. A strong galdrous, to be tamed by a charming embodiment of falgaharra.
And...
"Arnold..."
"Yeees?"
"Stop touching weird places" I warned with a pout.