"So your mom started this school?" Lina asked, looking aside at her walking companion.
"Yes. Elkin and I were only ten at the time, Muroc was almost five, and Zel was four. It wasn't until much later that we began teaching classes to the littles." Titavi smiled, arching her back to releive some of the pressure her big belly put upon it.
"The littles?"
"Mm-hm. We have students from five months old to fifty-six years old. For quite a while, Elkin and I were in charge of teaching kids only three years younger than we were."
"What about Muroc and Zel?"
"Well, Zel was often too ill for the more strenuous tasks, so he would tutor younger kids, and often help watch the babies. Muroc, being less than a year older, would help him."
"Too ill?"
Titavi was silent for a while before speaking. "Zel has something called sickle cell anemia, in where his blood just doesn't form right for some reason. He was completely unable to run except for a few seconds at a time, and with long gaps in between. That, combined with his breathing problems ... well, there were quite a few times where we thought he wouldn't make it."
Lina bit her lip, thinking about how hard it must have been on Zel to be like that. "No wonder he's so bitter at times ... Now he can do all those things he would have wanted to so badly ... but he's lost a lot of his humanity, and I bet Rezo's betrayal hurt quite a lot ... and if he ever becomes fully human again, he'll most likely lose all his spell abilities, as well as be stuck with rotten health for life ... "
Titavi covered her mouth in a false yawn to hide her smile. She had wondered just how this fiery little lady felt about Zel, and now she had a pretty good idea. Mother was right, matchmaking was a lot of fun.
There
was
a problem, how
to let his
grandson
live a full
life
but not have
the health problems
that had
made him think
he would make a
good
chimera
...
...
...
It was
indeed
a problem