A Homecoming of Sorts (Open)

Beatrix

Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice
But Before You Mess with Me
You'd Best Think Twice

"I don't remember anyone abandoning you. You were the Left Hand, you were the second in charge." Bea quipped at him, still collecting random odds and ends of Edrei's physical possessions. That didn't sound like abandonment. That didn't sound like failure. "You know what I think? I think you don't know how to let go when people are mean to you or don't agree with you or don't think like you do. And even then it doesn't really matter, you wanna know why?" she said, pausing long enough to put her hands on her hips, eyes narrowing at him in a hardened stare. "Because just because someone else makes you mad, or makes you upset, or hurts you doesn't mean you have to react. Mom taught me that and I get that it is hard cause I am no good at it too, but you didn't have to leave. I was still here. You're my big brother and I wanted you here. But just because you got upset at the adults you left them and left me too - cause that's always what adults do. You all react and then kids gotta clean up your messes." she huffed, then returned to work.

Jace just stared at her, then looked at Loren with wide eyes, a light frown on his lips. "Bea talk a lot." he said quietly before continuing to put things into the bag.

"No!" Beatrix shouted at Loren, glaring at his outstretched hand and holding on to the head-bopper she hand on her hip. "I want part of Aunt Edy's stick collection to remember her by, it's mine!" she snapped.

"Gotta get Andeddy's things to burn them back to magic." Jace said quietly, repeating what Beatrix had told him, not fully comprehending that it was a Launceleyn style funeral he was describing. When asked if he could help though, Jace looked into Edrei's closet and pointed to the top, where there were things well out of the reach of both he and Beatrix.