"Ok, Winne, mix the medium green bottle and the medium blue bottle together. That should create a chemical reaction." Destiny said. I nodded, but then Oliver stepped in.

"Whoah, no chemicals in my sister's face." He said.

"I'll be fine," I said, mixing the two together. They started fizzing up and overflowing. I set it down, and Destiny poured something into it.

"See? She's fine." Destiny said. Oliver sighed and walked back.

Destiny slowly started mixing stuff together, and I watched in awe.

"When we get back home, You need to teach me how to do this." I told her. She smiled, knowingly.

"Sure," she replied.

"No, no, and no again." my brother interjected. "I could make a list of reasons why that's a bad idea," he argued.

I frowned.

"Name one," I demanded.

The rest of the group returned to their activities from before.

Connor and David went to gather wood for a fire, Chester faded into the shadows from where they exploded earlier, and Rain and Marial disappeared into the forest again. Presumably to hunt something. (I'm not sure how they did that though, but so far they've come through. And somehow did better than when the actual knights went hunting.)

"You can't do magic," he reminded me after everyone scattered. (Which only took seconds.)

"I bet I could if someone taught me," I said pointedly.

"And another thing," he continued, his voice taking on a motherly edge. "No one can just teach you magic," he reminded me, "It's a genetics thing," he reasoned.

"Exactly," I argued, "our parents-"

"-are dead," he cut me off. "Remember why?" He asked rhetorically.

I scoffed. "What, you think that if I could do magic I'd go pick a fight with invading knights?"

"We both know you would," he argued.

"I can't believe you!" I started, "After everything that's happened you still won't teach me how to-"

"Audience," he reminded me, effectively cutting me off again.

Oliver pointed to Destiny who was watching the entire exchange with fascination.

"...How to make bombs! It's something that I think I'm entitled to know," I redirected, and brought up something that I'd mentioned once and he'd shot down immediately.

Being what we were, we can't lie, and can tell when someone is lying to us. (And can often tell when someone is hiding something.)

The whole no longing thing made it a lot harder to hide what we were. A responsibility Oliver took personally.

He'd mastered bending the truth so that our human-cover was completely believable.

I was still getting the hang of manipulating my words and tended to just say what was on my mind.

"You two can drop the act," Destiny remarked casually. "I know your fae,"

"Whaaaaaaaat?" I squeaked out, "that would be next to impossible, the fae are faded into legends," I reasoned.

"I'll admit you're rather good at hiding it, but magic always can sense magic," she explained.

My jaw dropped.

"You knew the whole time?" I asked.

She nodded.

Oliver sighed, running a hand through his bleached hair.

The motion let the tips of his pointy ears peak out.

He'd grown his hair to be bushy and long enough so that he could hide them without a hood.

We usually hid our ears with a hooded cloak of just our hair.

I noticed that Destiny did the opposite. She'd tied back just the top layer of her hair, showing off her elongated and sharp tipped ears.

"You're not gonna tell the others are you?" I asked, afraid. Oliver had warned me of what people might do to us if they ever found out.

"No, you're entitled to your privacy," she said. I sighed in relief.

"Though I don't see why you're keeping it a secret. " She noted. "It's a strength, and one that it wouldn't hurts to flaunt,"

Oliver shook his head in disagreement.

"Maybe in the old days," he offered, "But in the other kingdoms, it's incredibly dangerous to be from Endirisania,"

She considered that.

Just then Rain and Marial returned.

"Anyone hungry?" Marial asked.

We ended the conversation there and my brother and I went to help make dinner.