GENRE: MG Fantasy
One of the best things about living in a spaceship built like two houses stuck together is that I've never had to share a bedroom. That made listening to my parents' conversation in the kitchen a lot easier. The kitchen wouldn't normally be within eavesdropping distance of my room, but the echo spell I was testing carried their voices like I was in the same room.
"The inventory from the Framing estate is being transported in this morning," my mom said.
"About time." Squishy-tongue noises came with the words. Gross, Dad, don't talk with your mouth full. He swallowed. "I hate quarantines. The old lady got pulled under. It's not like she died of something contagious."
Nice, Dad. So much for being respectful of the dead. This conversation was boring. Talk about me, I thought.
More chewing noises. Yuck. "I'm a little worried about Veeve."
"She's been kind of moody lately."
I have not!
A sharp rattle, like a plate dropping on the counter, came ahead of my mother's reply. "I cannot believe that little brat. She's not moody. She's been doing magic."
"What are you talking about? She's only twelve."
"Exactly. Ever since her birthday, she's been begging to start lessons. Looks like she got tired of hearing me say no."
"All I said was that she's been moody. How does that -?"
"She isn't ready to balance against the current yet. Which is
why I told her to wait."