“Exactly. If it was on purpose, it would reflect a flaw in judgement. Since it wasn’t, it reflects an inability to control yourself.”
He crossed his arms. "And like I said, I've been working on controlling it. In my upbringing, destructive magic was the think I was taught most, so it's no wonder it's the most prevalent in outbursts. It takes time to recover and learn to control, just like it is to learn to magic. Not to mention, this place committed mass murder."
They spoke quietly among themselves and Eden squeezed his hand. “At this point, Mr. Collier, we are left with two options. Option one: banishment.”
Eden looked stricken, but cleared her throat. “And option two?” The Alyndar sighed and glanced down. “We get a pixie within our community to follow you at all time, monitoring your behavior and providing guidance.”
She pulled away from him after a moment, not meeting his gaze embarrassedly. "I wonder who the pixie is going to be."
