May
"Probably for the best sometimes. You can't really convince some folks that something is what it is. If they've decided the sky is magenta, then I suppose it's magenta and that's just what their life is now," She says with a small laugh, pausing as they move and listening.

"Really? I haven't seen healing like that! Or ah, much outside of temples really," She admits, thinking as she paused to think. "I'm not really sure if mine is hereditary, but using magic definitely comes easier than it did for my parents. I started learning in my teens?"

A small chuckle as she added, "My Mom is a Macen and she would definitely think that I was about to set something on fire if she saw me practicing."

She paused, moving to follow him outside. Mostly because having a tail that was her primary source of locomotion meant being inside could be cramped. She stretches, rising up higher to do so and yawning. "Better out here..."
Ann
Dovie scooted himself a bit to the side in case Cynthia needed more room to stretch. He plays with his hair again, "Thank you. It's comforting to know that someone thinks it's similar to temple work." He walks around the open area, his head facing the floor like he was searching for a key. 

He giggled when Cynthia spoke about her mother, "Starting a fire from healing magic?" He puts a finger to his chin and thinks about the elaborate scenarios one would have to be in for that to happen. "You must've been quite the teenager to make her think that. But I've heard most mother are overly worrisome." He says with a laugh.

He looks back up to Cynthia, makes a circular motion with his finger pointed down at the ground and jokes, "What would she think now that you're here?"
May
"Well, that's all I saw it from!" As she laughed before pausing, lifting his hand. A pale, bright ball of light began to form and twist in on itself. It formed a ball of water on her palm, twisting repeatedly to keep its form. "Well, I did this too growing up. It was near the ocean where I lived that I started doing things like this."

She tossed it across the yard, well away from them, where it splattered across the wood like an overly enthusiastic water balloon. She smiled, "She always worried. Kept me near her all the time. I guess them not really having their own biological children meant being protective was all. They had a lot of ideas of what I ought to do."

At the question she pauses, rubbing her neck, "Well uh... Probably die of worry."
Ann
Dovie's eyebrows lifted and he made an *O* Shape with his mouth when the water ball formed on Cynthia's palm. His head tilted up and down following the ball across the yard. As he noticed the slight shift in tone, Dovie stared at the water spreading over the wood for a bit. 

"But when you go back home, what would she think?"