Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2018 13:30:22 GMT -7
The laughter that came from Hugo made her feel comfortable as if her words weren’t that stupid after all. It was a rational question; a female should take the female version of certain masculine words that could be changed, so why shouldn’t his mother be called “Ministress” instead of “Minister.” Sure, it wasn’t a proper word, but to hell with that. It was then that Hugo said that he had no idea why the older woman didn’t go by it, other than she was stubborn and kept it the same because she could, but she was glad to hear that he had never really thought of it. She smiled, “Thanks,” she said tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear after he told her it was a nice point.
The conversation quickly changed, “Yeah, I’ve always been fascinated with magic and like the different spells that one could create. I don’t know; I read a lot, so everything seems fascinating, doesn’t mean that it’ll be the right thing for me one day,” she said rather truthfully. And it was true; she had some time to decide, to do her research and then find out where her specialties and talents meshed properly. Hugo started talking about how he would feel like he was being compared or watched as if he would always be compared to his mother in some way if he joined a ministry position, and she nodded her head. She somewhat understood, having a bunch of siblings, some older, it always felt like people were waiting to see just how alike you are to a member of your family, or even completely different. “I can understand that. Just follow your heart, it’ll always lead you to where you’re supposed to be,” she said with a smile as if she had given some unheard wisdom. Though the wisdom that had come dripping from her lips, she had heard somewhere, she just couldn’t remember what book or which person it could have come from.
They quickly stopped, almost abruptly that she almost stumbled, and Peyton looked around as instructed. There were no people around, it was quiet, and there were a few windows that gave some light. She smiled, “Hugo—I think you’ve done it,” she breathed out almost jokingly as if he had discovered the cure for cancer, and maybe he did. “It looks like there aren’t many people that come up here, meaning fewer distractions,” she started as she moved to the window. She looked outside, the landing wasn’t that high up, or maybe she just didn’t notice the height of it at the breathtaking few of the trees and water that were out in the distance.
The conversation quickly changed, “Yeah, I’ve always been fascinated with magic and like the different spells that one could create. I don’t know; I read a lot, so everything seems fascinating, doesn’t mean that it’ll be the right thing for me one day,” she said rather truthfully. And it was true; she had some time to decide, to do her research and then find out where her specialties and talents meshed properly. Hugo started talking about how he would feel like he was being compared or watched as if he would always be compared to his mother in some way if he joined a ministry position, and she nodded her head. She somewhat understood, having a bunch of siblings, some older, it always felt like people were waiting to see just how alike you are to a member of your family, or even completely different. “I can understand that. Just follow your heart, it’ll always lead you to where you’re supposed to be,” she said with a smile as if she had given some unheard wisdom. Though the wisdom that had come dripping from her lips, she had heard somewhere, she just couldn’t remember what book or which person it could have come from.
They quickly stopped, almost abruptly that she almost stumbled, and Peyton looked around as instructed. There were no people around, it was quiet, and there were a few windows that gave some light. She smiled, “Hugo—I think you’ve done it,” she breathed out almost jokingly as if he had discovered the cure for cancer, and maybe he did. “It looks like there aren’t many people that come up here, meaning fewer distractions,” she started as she moved to the window. She looked outside, the landing wasn’t that high up, or maybe she just didn’t notice the height of it at the breathtaking few of the trees and water that were out in the distance.
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