Jace had many fond memories of his childhood, the fun and laughter that came with being raised by two loving parents. Specifically, he was having a dream about their trip to the coast twelve years back, and a splash fight he'd had with his Father. Always one to make fun into a lesson, Aven had used magic to form the water into tendrils like his signature shadows. It took a few weeks, of course, but Jace slowly learned how to mimic water magic, and as usual, it was a blast. A tinge of sadness accompanied the dream, as Jace realized he wasn't awake; everyone missed Aven after he left, that was why he'd traveled here in the first place.
Suddenly, in the dream, Aven pulled a sneaky move, unlike him: one of the water tendrils tripped Jace, and as he went to intake air, he found only water. He quickly swallowed, panicked, and the vision of the beach shattered, his eyes shooting open. Jace coughed, small droplets of water spraying from his throat onto his robe. Dreaming about water... ask and you shall receive, he chuckled inwardly. Wait...
Jace glanced up, his golden eyes meeting the purple gaze of his rescuer, a woman with solid, red-brown hair. Why was she above him? The thought jarred his sense of gravity, and looking around, he realized that she was cradling him. A reddish tinge graced his cheeks, and he sat up quickly, clearing his windpipes with a few extra coughs for good measure. "Where...? Why...? Um, who are you, Miss?" He was flustered, that was certain, but he quickly realized that she'd probably saved his life with that water. The lessons in etiquette his family had taught him kicked in, and he turned and got on his knees before she could answer. "Um, sorry for my rudeness. Thank you for saving me, Miss." He bowed his head in gratitude. That was what you were supposed to do, right? He was at least seventy percent sure.
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