I Am A Worthy Son

"L-look…I d-don’t want any trouble…."

"I know that, sweetheart, I’m just saying that you look quite naive."

"Oh....heh, o-okay, usually wh-when people say something like th-that to me they don't mean a-anything nice from it."

"H-huh?"

"You heared me."

"L-look...I d-don't want any trouble...."

It was the sound of the twig breaking that caught his attention, luckily, she didn’t frighten him or he might have thrown the small green flame in her direction, he slowly lowered himself into a crouch on the thick branch he was standing on.

The very moment he turned she swore her heart stopped, and in that moment the breath within her lungs left in a fleeting breath. She lowered her chin, a very slow step taken back. Her gaze flicked from his face to the flame hovering nearby and back again. Within the light, as soft as it might have been, her own eyes seemed to glow. The forest around him was slowly coming alive, even the wood beneath his feet seemed to shift even the slightest.

The silence allowed him to sense how frightened she was, but with that breath she took in gave a clear indication that she was going to speak, he sighed, he had hoped she'd run off, his tongue skated across his lips to moisten them as he listened to what she said.

Something felt…off. It was a strange sensation, lingering on the edge of her consciousness, at the very tips of her fingers. Something she could feel through the ever expanding system of flora that spread across the area. There was something out there moving, not along the ground, but through the trees. Monkey’s were a tropical animal, and bears wouldn’t be out foraging this late at night.

It was the sound of the twig breaking that caught his attention, luckily, she didn't frighten him or he might have thrown the small green flame in her direction, he slowly lowered himself into a crouch on the thick branch he was standing on.

He closed his hand and the flame extinguished, “It’s a good thing I wasn’t hiding.” He said to her, he moved so he could see her better, he lifted a brow, curious as to why she was there.

He went thoughtful for a moment, "I'm not sure why I'm in the tree..." He ran his fingers through his hair, before he climbed down. "I have this...thing were I black out and wake up in places I wasn't." it was a lie but a a believable one.

{Open}

He closed his hand and the flame extinguished, "It's a good thing I wasn't hiding." He said to her, he moved so he could see her better, he lifted a brow, curious as to why she was there.

"H-huh?"

"I am glad that you are not the only one with the blessing of having such an incredible gift. I suppose that they do no assist you when you are in need of it? From what you have said about everyone treating you unfairly." She replied and gave a soft wave of laughter in her voice,"It is no trouble at all. As I said before I am not of magic myself, but I will help you in trying to recontrol your gift. It might take sometime but, I have faith that you can do this." She moved her hand to place it on his arm with a confident smile since she believed in him that he could and would with some practice accomplish his struggles.

"It is not so much as they are not helping, it's more they have trouble doing so, as I said, I excel most of them." He smiled a bit and nodded, "It would be much better than worrying about it flaring and hurting someone..." He looked down after a moment at the book, before looking back up at her.

"I assume that no one else has this gift of sorcery here on Asgard? I do find that quite odd." She gazed at him with a small smile, confused on why there was not any other wizard or witch of his league in this realm. She nodded at his gesture to his head still feeling very sorry for him in her heart. "I am no master of any sort of magic but, I am willing to give you advice or perhaps tips on how you can learn to recontrol it. There is no need to be afraid, my great-grandmother Galadriel, is a elven lady of great power and Gandalf the White is a great wizard himself. I have witnessed their magic from afar and I have learn things that will assist you, if you want?"

"There are others with the gift, not just myself." He told her, he smiled gently "Help me recontrol it? I would appreciate it. I seem to be struggling by myself..." He said quietly and bit his lip and looked down again. "Only if...it is no trouble to you Aldalatin..?"

"You are into the area of sorcery?" She asked with a wide smile finding a subject that she could very well relate to. "I do know of a few in my realm that can very well accomplish the spells of sorcery. Are you a wizard yourself?" She had known from the mere moments of a child that the line of being a witch or wizard could lead to a dark path of life or even one of the light of the good. It surprised her then he was perhaps a wizard himself but, of which side? It had yet to be discovered but, she would not judge what he was or which path he was taking.

"I am a master magician in this realm, I excel beyond all others in this area..." He smiled a bit, "though recently...with.." He made an indication to his head, "I have been having trouble controlling my magic...it seems to fluctuate uncontrollably sometimes...though...usually when I am angry or frightened."

Aldalatin saw his gaze dart from one location to another throughout the long corridor that stood located on either side of them. It made a sudden reminder that she would be easily found if she did not continue on but, at the very same time she would be also caught if she did leave him. Either way, she remained still on the bench next to him, her gaze fell back on his book that he was once again holding within his grasp again. “I must say that is a interesting title to your book that you are currently reading. May I ask what it is about?” she asked interested in the title of his book and the text within. As a vivid reader, she loved to set back to take in new content of a book that was unknown to her so that she may learn and to study the text within. “I do apologize if I come of as being noisy. I am only interested in your book since I love to read, myself.”

He heard her voice and turned his attention back to her then down at his book, he smiled, "It..it's an old spell tome...I have a few..." He said quietly,he ran his hand over the tarnished leather bound book before he simply just held it once more.