A Star's Life : Growing Up, Growing Old

Fire + Forgotten memory

Buhime sprung up from where he'd been sleeping. He shook and shuttered as the nightmare was fresh in his mind. Buhime wrapped himself in a lonesome hug crying his little eyes out. He sat for a few minutes more before mistaking a shadow for movement. The little draclet yelped in fear before bolting from his room.
He ran down the hall as quickly as he could, straight to the familiar birch door. He stopped and looked at the engraved heart with teary eyes. Buhime cautiously opened the door and stepped inside. The little bluenette tip-toed to the bed until his mother stirred.
"Buhime? What time is it?" Her gentle voice spoke in her weak void accent. Buhime's trembling seemed to stop as soon as she had spoken. "I couldn't sleep Mama." He admitted shamefully. His mother looked at him with those gentle red eyes that matched his own. "That's okay baby, do you wanna sleep with me or is the nightmare still too close?" She offered, scooping her son up into her loving arms. "Can we have some hot not-chocolate?" Buhime asked with a bit of sparkle in his big round eyes. Ezibeth couldn't help but crack a smile. "Alright honey, but it's not gonna be as good as Aunty Esper's." She shifted her hold on Buhime so she could hold onto the guard rail as she descended the stairs.
Ezibeth set her son on the couch as she trailed to the kitchen, her flaming wings spread to let the slight breeze of the open windows grace her. She carefully got out the big saucepan. Once the pan was on the stove and finished its light clattering Ezi searched for wherever her sister had put the carob powder. She cursed under her breath as a can of beans attacked her as she pulled the bag or carob powder out. Ezibeth hummed as she reached into the fridge to grab their carton of milk.
Ezi paused feeling two tiny arms wrap around her waist. "What's up starshine?" She cooed, scooping Buhime up into her arms once more. "Can I light the stove this time. I've been practicing." He chimed with bright eyes. How could Ezi say no to that cute of a face. "Alright honey." She smiled, bringing her baby boy closer to the stove. Buhime grit his teeth as he focused on the creating warmth in his palm. He focused and squinted until a tiny flicker of life peered just above the skin.
Ezibeth beamed with pride as she added a bit of her own spark to help the flame flourish. Buhime grinned his brightest grin as he leaned to put the fire on the stove. It quickly devoured the gas and grew to a steady bright blue flame. "You did it starshine. I'm so proud of you." Ezibeth proclaimed wrapping her son up in a hug. "Your fire is so beautiful, I can't wait to teach you ever trick I know." She proclaimed with a smile that seemed so warm it was like fire itself. Buhime gleamed, letting little flickers of flames crackle over his cheeks and leave them red in glee.

Ezibeth placed Buhime back on the ground beside her. As she measured the ingredients she read them aloud. As she stirred the chocolate looking mixture she hummed a soft gentle tune she had long forgotten the lyrics to. Something about dragons dancing, Ezibeth had no clue beyond that. Buhime learned quickly, eventually humming along with her as if knowing the notes himself.
"Well look at you, little smart cookie. Already picking up on melodies. Soon enough you'll be ready my old magic mechanic text books. Fate maybe you start making your own machines." Ezibeth ragged joyously, patting her son om she shoulder with ever growing pride. Buhime just smiled, running to get his cup when the hot not-chocolate was ready. He smiled into the cup before attempting to start drinking. He recoiled at the burning sensation on his tongue. Ezibeth laughed apologetically. "Sorry hun, I forgot, you only loose your sensitivity with heat after you get used to your own fire."

Buhime smiled as the memory faded away. He stared at his palm, willing fire to sprout itself from his scabbed and callused hand. His flame obeyed quickly catching blaze upon his hand. Buhime shook his hand to get the fire to centralize and rest just above his palm. He rolled his hand and watched the flames roll off his hand and onto the gas. He watched the steady flow of blue flames as he laid the sauce pan on top. " six cups milk." Buhime tripled the memorized recipe, measuring the milk and dumping it in the pan. He stepped back from the miniature pyre to search for the carob powder, cursing under his breath as a can of corn came tumbling at his face.
"Six tablespoons carob powder." He added remembering to triple the recipe. He whisked the brown powder into the hot milk with more humming. "Six teaspoons vanilla. Seems excessive to me but oh well." He muttered to himself as he added the strong liquid whisking the delicious concoction together before gathering the honey. "Six tablespoons honey." He smiled before remembering exactly how hard it was to pour honey. Buhime groan in annoyance at how slow honey dripped off the spoon. He was so relieved when it was all in the pot as he whisked once more.
Buhime poured the hot not-chocolate into mugs for himself, his sister, and his little brother. "Hot not-chocolate is done!" He called to the table just the room over. Ci ambled in first claiming her soft green mug. He hand admired the well worn vine indentations. Jolyph stumbled in second, grabbing his bright blue cup, swirling around the brown liquid. "Do we have whipped cream?" He looked up electric blue eyes meeting bright red. Buhime would never get used to electric blue. "It's sweet enough already, now go drink up." Buhime smiled going to take a giant swig out of his own cup. Jolyph tried to follow suite before wincing from the burning sensation of the hot liquid. "How can you drink it so fast Buhime?" Jolyoh questioned with an astounded and pained look. "I've had years in training my fire. Heat doesn't get to me anymore."