One Who Loved by Mana

02. Can't Use Magic

"Wait! Slow down!" A high pitch yet soft voice echoed around the blooming bed of flowers. Her grey bluish hair dancing through the wind. Her rose cheeks warm up in the spring. Her small cherry lips smiles as sweet as honey. She run through the flower, colors following behind her. Her laugh is like a mystical melody, catching everyone ears who heard it.

What would everyone think might be a fairy dancing alone with the nature. But what they don't know is the fairies are the one teaching her how to dance.

Nobody can see them except her.

Nobody can hear them except her.

Nobody can feel this fantastic feeling except her.

In the girl's vision, there are little lights. They have their own unique colors, each representing their personalities. Some float, but others are skydiving around her. Some seems relaxed, and others are running around without care. The only thing they have in common is that this light, really cares about her. It's like her own little family.

"Giselle," A rusty voice, but it has similar tune to the girl, calling her. She look at him, stopping in the middle of her dance.

The man is about in his late thirty. His hair black as ebony, tidy and we'll kept. His brown eyes if bathed under the sun will glimmer like golden honey. The wrinkles around his eyes and thin hair across his jawline makes him really dandy. His posture straight and showing no weakness. As he walk with composure towards the girl, his stern face softened.

"It's time to head back, let's go," He smiled brightly down at her. Patting her soft hair and comb it with his fingers while at it.

"Yes papa," The girl smiled back.

They went back in. To the welcoming mansion with five stories tall. The elegant design for each towers makes this building look powerful. The color chosen for it fit in with every seasons and when sunset and sunrise. With the trees and gardens surrounding it just makes it even more lively, lovely, and beautiful.

As their feet stepped in, a loud voice echoing from upstairs. The sound gets even louder and near the stair there's a silhouette coming. It slides down through it while cheering.

"WOOHOOOOOOOO!!!" Giselle's big brother Macsen, sliding through the stairs' handle. Before reaching the end, he jump off with one leg front and one arm up, striking a pose. With glittery eyes and toothy smiles he shout, "YEHEAAAH!"

"Macsen."

"Ugh!"

He flinch. He look to the side and see his father there, arms crossing and eyes looking disappointed. With sheepish smile, eyes looking everywhere but him, and his hand rubbing his nape.

Long story short, Macsen will not get his dinner and his allowance will be cut for a week. He can only silently cried in his room. He probably going to do this again later after regretting for an hour and forgetting this has happened. He probably would do something even more reckless and dangerous later, but no one care really. This always happens.

At the dining table with only Giselle and his father they chatted warmly while accompanied by their delicious foods and their servants silently standing there. It was a delicious meal as usual. They feast on seafoods that their workers had caught. It has a nice smoking aroma and the add of spices to it just makes anyone drool.

Wjile eating, they talk about her daily activities. Such as: her studies, her sword training, her helping the maids, and her little dance in the garden. He also complain about his day at work and his daughter reassuring him. Gossips surrounding the kingdom or how the economy is going. It's just a typical conversation by the higher up. Talking about the future of their subordinates.