Broken Blade (Discontinued)

One-Shot Marshmallows make everything better

Mare

Today was extremely painful mentally and physically!! These classes are driving me up a wall. I don't need these etiquette class, I am a delightful person! Sure I'm loud, maybe my choice of language isn't the nicest but that makes me honest. Everyone loves an honest girl! And these training sessions are going to get me killed! Evangeline is out for blood and if she gets it she will be getting the wrong kind. All I want to do is go to bed!! I finally reach my room and swing open the door. Finally, peace. I shut the door and shuffle my feet to the bed. I don't even bother undressing, I don't care at this moment. I flop onto the bed, enjoying how the mattress cuddles me. I shut my eyes and of course there is a damn knocking at the door. I groan and get up. I open the door and to my surprise Cal is standing there with his arms behind his back.
"What Cal? I've had a long day and I am ready for it to end." I huff at him.
"Can I come in?"
I roll my eyes and let him in. He is hiding something because he walks in a way that I can't see his back.
"What do you have Cal?"
The last thing I ever expected to see was a bag of marshmallows. I must have a weird look on my face cause he then says softly
" I've heard you've had a bad day."
He then puts the bag on the bed and switches it for a blanket. He lays the blanket nicely on the floor and motions for me to sit. I slowly walk over and sit on the blanket. He hands me a marshmallow and a fork. He gets this childlike happiness in his eyes. Suddenly his hand burst into flame. He smiles and motions me to stick the marshmallow in his flames. So I do. I have only roasted marshmallows once in my life and that was when I was little. My brothers and I went on our form of camping. It is one of my favorite memories of them. Cal does the same to his own marshmallow.
" Ever since I was a little boy whenever I had a bad day I roasted marshmallows and it always made the day better. I mean if you can't use your powers for something good what the point of having them. I think this little tradition of mine deserves to be shared. " There is a genuine smile on his face and it warms me more than his fire.
" Thank you Cal."
We end up sitting there the rest of the night talking and eating a whole bag of marshmallows. In that moment I felt safe, happy, and a sense of home I have never felt in the castle before.

( I am so sorry it is so short but this is just the origin of the tradition. I can promise the marshmallows will pop up throughout the rest of the story!!)