"Azazel, do you think this looks good? I'm not really sure what I'm doing, but it seems fine to me," I ask Azazel as I use magic to move massive concrete blocks to build her castle. It shouldn't be that different from assembling a model structure.
"Yes, it's perfect, Eclipsya... but I don't know much about construction either," she says, still downcast from what happened a few months ago. We weren't just humiliated — we had a conflict that I don't think can be resolved anymore.
We were still all sisters. I understand why she's a bit sad. The fight was over something trivial, but it destroyed almost all the bonds we had, leaving only anger toward each other.
"Azazel, are you still thinking about that fight?" I ask her, lowering the blocks with precise movements, fitting them into one another as I build the first section of the castle. There's still a lot left to do, but it's what we can manage for now.
