Memories (Part 2)

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The fire crackled, casting wavering shadows against the trees. Cheska scoffed, crossing her arms as she leaned slightly toward Riverus.

"What makes you say your sister wasn't great? Everyone here keeps talking about how amazing she is, and you're sitting there like a bitter melon."

"A melon?" Riverus arched a brow. "Really?"

He sits down on a rock between Cheska and Desmond, leaning back slightly. "I'm not being bitter. Ianthe is good at what she's practiced, but that doesn't mean she's good at everything. No matter how much effort she puts in, there are things she simply can't do."

Cheska frowned, drawn into the conversation. "Really? Then what about her being skilled in alchemy, magic, and medicine?"

"That's because she spent years refining those skills." Riverus handed her a fresh skewer of marshmallows before tossing one to Desmond, who caught it without missing a beat.