"I think she is wrong." She puffed her cheeks, blunt as ever. "Humans think magic is sacred or to be kept secret, but magic is pure and of the earth, it is for people to enjoy!" A little bounce of emphasis as she tried to prove her point.

"Oh." She seemed to think about it for a moment because there were many options to choose from, and she wanted to be able to tell a good story, like he did. "When I was younger, back home, all the younglings would get restless-- as did I. Always causing trouble and playing.

"So my older brother got tired of all of us bothering him, as he was in line to be in charge after my mother and was tasked with all the things she did not have time for." A small, almost impish laugh. Perhaps she was trouble for him on occasion. "Anyhow, to occupy us during the colder times, my brother took it upon himself to ice much of the cave floor in a corner. It let the younglings and I slide around, slipping and playing for hours. Even as I got older he continued to do it each year for them."

A pause as her smile softened. "I think he quite liked hearing their laughter."