[ The Celts took root in Beacon Hills generations ago. Whether or not one of them had brought the Nemeton across the ocean with them, a tiny seed hidden and cared for for the duration of that long journey, or if they had come because of the call of the tree— that's a distinction lost to the annals of time. They're an irritating and secretive lot.
He returns Margo's palm to her, tucking his own hands into his pockets. Fire isn't something he cares much to play with. Literal flames, that is. Figurative ones? He's all for it.
But not at the moment. His interest veers towards the academia rather than the practical, and he makes a considering noise. ]
It's useful. [ Even if he can't use it directly. ] Have you always known you're capable of magic?
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[ The Celts took root in Beacon Hills generations ago. Whether or not one of them had brought the Nemeton across the ocean with them, a tiny seed hidden and cared for for the duration of that long journey, or if they had come because of the call of the tree— that's a distinction lost to the annals of time. They're an irritating and secretive lot.
He returns Margo's palm to her, tucking his own hands into his pockets. Fire isn't something he cares much to play with. Literal flames, that is. Figurative ones? He's all for it.
But not at the moment. His interest veers towards the academia rather than the practical, and he makes a considering noise. ]
It's useful. [ Even if he can't use it directly. ] Have you always known you're capable of magic?