text; un: beatrix [1]

[fiendennor]

Do you believe in magic?
If so, what do you know about it?

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[bruxisms]

YOU SOUND LIKE AN INTELLIGENT GIRL.
YOUR LORD FATHER MUST BE PROUD OF YOU.

[ certainly, he thinks of his own daughter, still asleep aboard the Station. ]

DO NOT PLACE YOUR FAITH IN ANYTHING YOU HAVE NO EVIDENCE OF.

[fiendennor]

Thank you. I hope that he and my other would be. [It's a matriarchal household, oddly enough. Also they're dead.] If you are going to place your faith in something... You should have a good reason for it.

[bruxisms]

[ he could relate. his parents died when he was only thirteen. ]

THERE ARE TRUTH TO YOUR WORDS.

WHAT MANNER OF SKILL DO YOU HAVE IN MAGIC?

[fiendennor]

I'm quite familiar with it.
The Cavendish household has a long magical lineage; my mother taught me all she could of our forebears' ways when I was small.
I was accepted into Luna Nova Academy and continued my studies there.
My professors seem to think I show promise.

[By which she means she's far and away the top of her class, but he doesn't need to know that.]