(Age:10) BloodGood: *peeks in*

~his grandfather; Orlando was muttering to himself as he put a frog in a pot~

BloodGood: *bats lashes curiously*

Orlando: ah, come in little one. There's no need to hide behind the door.

BloodGood: ........ *walks in* what are you doing, grandfather?

Orlando: please.. Call me grandpa

BloodGood: grandpa..

Orlando: ....... Just doing magic here

BloodGood: grandpa.. Magic is when us, or different species or gods have..

Orlando: young boy, there's magic everywhere.. Even in your imagination..

BloodGood: *stares*

Orlando: *grabs a handful of the liquid and blows his hand softly*

~his hand dries, and soon the fireflies escape from his palms~

BloodGood: *eyes widen* wow..

Orlando: *smiles*