The barrage of questions continued as the woman bustled over to her cooking area, warming a clay canister and pouring tea for the both of them. Malie Idrian could have been Telle’s older sister, they looked so much alike. Malie was a bit more plump than her daughter, and where Telle had freckles, her mother had smile lines. The chocolate brown eyes, the long, rebellious hair, and the mischievous smile were all exactly the same. Where they differed was in personality. Where Telle was cool, calm, and sarcastically affectionate, Malie was an explosion of energy with absolutely no subtlety. Her earth-brown dress flew in the air behind her as she shoved the blademage into a chair with a hot cup of tea.