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"I want to do it," he told her, tilting his head. "Please?"
"Then why don't you let me do it?"
"How many times do I have to tell you I'm not going to leave," he said. "If I didn't want to do it I wouldn't offer."
"I don't know why you just wont let me do it," he replied, crossing his arms.
"Juniper, just let me do it," he told her, a frown setting on his face.
He squinted, his brows furrowing. "You need to practice."
He frowned, following her. "June, please just go practice."
He turned to her with a frown. "I'll be okay, June."
He squinted before shaking his head. "I'm going to go do it. Just work on practicing."
He nodded slowly before gesturing to the rows. "Why don't you practice on some smaller objects and I can finish up with this?"
After awhile it would reach the end of the row and he looked at her with a bright expression. "How was that?"
The cart went along slowly, Zerras watched it. "Try and keep it right on course."
The cart began moving along, slightly disturbing the Earth around the wheels as the dirt pushed it along.
"It's just like that," he told her, watching her thoughtfully. "It's like that, but you're going to focus on the dirt and use it to push the...
He nodded, getting down and pressing his hands to the ground, expecting her to do the same. "Do you remember when you opened the wall?"
He grinned, his head tilting. "When should I start to teach you?"
He nodded slightly, looking back at her. "It'd make it easier, right?'
He went over to the device that harvested the corn, looking back at her. "Finneas is going to think of a way to make it easier to use magic to...
He ruffled her hair with a grin. He seemed happy, surprisingly. He liked the idea of a normal life. "It's perfect, June."
"I mean it," he told her with a small nod. "I think they're great."
