[A flame catches the candle's wick, wavering gently, and though he catches her triumphantly smile on the edge of his vision he doesn’t look to her.
He can’t think of a time when he has seen her so pleased, and coming from Katniss, he’s fairly certain it’d only fade or twist into a scowl were he to remark on it. The smile, for all its rarity, holds no meaning to him though, and while the corners of his own lips curl upwards, it’s a crooked, mirthless sort of smirk that he gives in turn.]
I am most impressed that you have managed not to burn the table to ashes. So you have learned something after all.
[She is not undeserving of praise, more so given that she was not born with an inclination for practicing magic. But her drive and ambition to improve was best fueled by her own determination to succeed than by the approval of anyone else.
His smile falls and he turns away, moving towards a basket of chopped wood and bending to toss a log into the hungry fire. There is no greater source of heat available for all the fur blankets he has heaped over the bed, but for a hole underground (albeit a clean, elegantly furnished one) in the dead of winter, the room's a surprisingly comfortable place to be so long as the door is shut against the cool air from the hallway.]
Power is nothing if one knows not how to control it. [But she knows; of course she knows. He's sure she'll tell him so.]
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He can’t think of a time when he has seen her so pleased, and coming from Katniss, he’s fairly certain it’d only fade or twist into a scowl were he to remark on it. The smile, for all its rarity, holds no meaning to him though, and while the corners of his own lips curl upwards, it’s a crooked, mirthless sort of smirk that he gives in turn.]
I am most impressed that you have managed not to burn the table to ashes. So you have learned something after all.
[She is not undeserving of praise, more so given that she was not born with an inclination for practicing magic. But her drive and ambition to improve was best fueled by her own determination to succeed than by the approval of anyone else.
His smile falls and he turns away, moving towards a basket of chopped wood and bending to toss a log into the hungry fire. There is no greater source of heat available for all the fur blankets he has heaped over the bed, but for a hole underground (albeit a clean, elegantly furnished one) in the dead of winter, the room's a surprisingly comfortable place to be so long as the door is shut against the cool air from the hallway.]
Power is nothing if one knows not how to control it. [But she knows; of course she knows. He's sure she'll tell him so.]