I'm really really really going to be ok

Lyric flinched at his harsh words, but she understood the challenge. Very well, she replied, her voice steady. She raised her hand, and with a few whispered words, a rose bush that had been dormant for the season suddenly bloomed, its vibrant flowers a stark contrast against the early spring chill.

Anger welled up inside of her, anger at him, anger at her parents, anger at the entire fucked up situation, the bush continued to grow, vines reaching out, slithering along the ground and intertwining around Tiberius’s legs.

If you want, I could hurt you and then show you how adept my healing magic is. Subtle sarcasm, perhaps not so subtle, but then her parents couldn’t see her at the moment so she was a bit less terrified she’d do or say the wrong thing in front of them. She just didn’t know if Tiberius was someone she could trust.