Elder Max

Miran

Zeb Ya

Script

Miran: I can stay here all day. *quietly, and gently* You can't keep an ice dome up forever, even if you're that good with water magic.

Max: I'd think we'd all prefer that not be the case. *reaches out his hand and half the globe melts away*

Zeb: *doesn't turn around, just stands and turns away*

Miran: Zeb... is... that really you? *looks up*

Zeb: No. Your son died long ago in a floating tower. *stern but quiet talk - doesn't turn around* You should leave.