"I will decide what is stupid. Speak." It's the most aggressive I've ever heard my mother sound, but I'm in agreement. I want answers, too.
Nyx spears his hand up to his left ear, feeling for the reefer that's not there. "I felt drawn to him. Again, it's stupid. I know I can't be drawn to a dragon."
Sylvane and Thrane exchange a look.
"Why did you stare at each other that way?" I question, not missing their weighted glance. "What are you not telling us?"
In typical Thrane fashion, he pauses, soaking Nyx in and mulling over how to answer my question. "Your magic. Remind me again of your affinity."
Nyx crosses his arms over his chest in defensive stance, moving his feet to be shoulder-width apart. "Regeneration."
"Meaning you heal exponentially."
"Yes, your worship, that's what it means."
Thrane looks at Sylvane once more.
"Listen," Nyx waves a hand between them, "I don't particularly care for how you two keep eyeing me before looking at each other. It's creepy. What's going on?"
"What do you know of Oryn and Naya's time?" Sylvane asks.
"I was never a fan of history and lore." Nyx brushes her off.
"All right. Then what do you know of your ancestor Kallias Harland?"
"Who?"
Thrane slaps a hand to his face, frustration overflowing. "Perhaps we should ask the Tronovian if he remembers what hehad for breakfast this morning. Seems he is only interested in the superficial."
"Insult me all you like, your mightiness, I happen to live in the present. I have no use for the past."
"Perhaps you have no use for the past, but the past sheds light on our modern questions." My mother's chastisement strikes me. I'm new to the actual history of our realm, but I'll admit, I've thought the same way Nyx has. I thought I had no use for history but I'm now finding it is vastly important to know the past just as much as being up to date on current affairs.
Nyx exhales a deep-rooted sigh. "Enlighten me then."
He's stifling his frustration, but I know him well enough to see he's starting to shut down. So I grab his hand and squeeze.
"Your ancestor, Kallias Harland, fought alongside Oryn and Naya one thousand years ago," Sylvane states matter-of-fact." He was one of the survivors who went on to rebuild Tronovia."
"What does that have to do with me and the dragon?" Nyx asks the very question I was just wondering.
"Kallias married Baila Basilius and had three children," she continues.
"Wait, Baila Basilius? A Frost Elf married a Tronovian?" My mind spins. "But that would mean – "
"You have the faintest hint of Basilus blood." It seems to pain Thrane to say that.
A brief moment of silence stretches before Nyx belly-laughs. "That's ridiculous. Even if that were true, I don't have Frost features or Frost Magic."
Thrane flicks invisible dirt from his shoulder. "Perhaps not, but your affinity stems from frost."
"What? How do you know that?" Nyx's brows furrow.
"Water heals. Frost Magic is in extension water." Sylvane explains.
"A far cry from our Sea Elf cousins," Thrane shrugs, "but similar none the less."
"Wait!" Nyx puts up a hand. "So you're saying my regeneration magic is – "
