Flowers in Your Hair

Asha tilted her head slightly as she listened to Julian speak about blood magic, he definitely brought up good points that she'd never considered before, but then she often wondered, if Morrigan weren't so hard on her, would she put more effort into the blood magic. Still, Auntie Lana knew blood magic as well, so there'd always been a part of Asha that figured she would one day learn it, but she couldn't very well do that if she passed out every time at the site of it.

I'd never thought of those ideas before, but I guess they do make sense. To be honest I'm not really sure what it is about blood that makes me lose it. Maybe it's the smell, that strong iron smell, but maybe not. Fuck, maybe it's just the pressure from my mom. I mean the day she gave me a blood magic lesson, the way she looked at me when she passed me the goblet of blood, I don't know, felt like she was kinda expecting me to fail. She paused, that was probably silly, even for Morrigan and she'd read the letter from her dad reminding her that if Morrigan really didn't care about someone, she wouldn't give them the time of day. So, by that logic, since Morrigan was actively trying to teach her magic, she must actually care somewhere deep down.

Sometimes parents just aren't good at knowing the best way to come across to their kids. What feels like disapproval or annoyance is really just love disguised. At least, that's what my dad said. It's just been hard, my dad always got me more than my mom, with him gone..... well..... She smiled, but it wasn't a genuine smile, it was a mask to cover the hurt she still felt about her dad's death.