Khalida presses her lips into a thin line, then she sighs, her cheeks reddening. “About why I flirted with you.” She looks away, debating getting up and ignoring the fact that she’d slipped up.
Sorcha nods and sighs softly. “Well, okay. It all started when I was maybe eleven or twelve. My parents and I had immigrated to America from Scotland with my little sister. My mother was an herbalist and my mortal father was an alchemist so everyone thought we were... strange. As I grew, my powers had begun to manifest in simple runes and spells, and that didn’t help matters. When I was around thirteen, the burning had begun in my village. I was caught practicing runes in my family’s garden, so I was scheduled to be burned and my little sister was to be checked by the priest to see if she had the devil in her soul, like I did.” Her eyes tear. “They submerge them in water, and attempt to resuscitate them. If they survive, they were burned. If they weren’t, they die a saint. She.. she didn’t,” her voice breaks. “She died because I was careless.”
Layla’s eyebrows raise and she sits down. “What are your powers exactly? Do you know?”