Wonderkind

She didn’t notice, tilting her head slightly as the corners of her mouth going down.

 

Her eyes opened and she blinked before looking up at him in excitement.

“I did it!”

 

She beamed at him, looking excited.

“You’re teaching me magic!”

 

She laughed a little, looking down at the fire and reaching her hand towards it, curious if she could touch it.

“It is a daunting task. I wonder if I’ll have a vision tonight.”

 

She squinted before reaching towards it curiously, seeing how hot it would get.

 

She squinted before sticking her hand in quickly. She yelped a little, bringing it back, her eyes misting.

 

“I thought it wouldn’t be hot,” she said, sniffling a little as she cradled her hand to her chest. “It wasn’t hot when I set it on fire.”

 

She nodded, giving the hand to him. It was pink in some places and he would see where she had gotten singed, but it was fine.

“It’s okay. It was just stupid,” she said, shaking her head.

 

She looked up at him, her brow furrowed.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her ears drooping.

 

She sniffled again, but visibly brightened as he made an effort to touch her.

“It’s okay; I’m just an airhead.”