a Story (Part 8)

"When will I learn magic?" Asked Beckor.
"It depends, but you need to prthia drank a mouth actice fighting and shoot more often." Lythia drank a mouthful of water and continued. "I see that you have learned how to use arrows long ago, but you are out of practice." Beckor nodded.

Soon, they were back in the cave. Help me with the birds. Lythia sent Beckor a message. Okay, but how? Thought Beckor. Lythia sensed his thoughts and replied. Get these feathers off, they're really useful. If I'm not wrong, these are similar species, right?
Actually, they're the same species, but they have different genes.
Huh?
Look, some people have red hair, some have black, some have blond, some peole are black, some are white, and some are yellow.
But...
Okay, I'll make an easier example. All dogs are same species. But the sizes, shapes, length of hair, color, etc are different. These two birds are same in many places, like...
Okay, genius, I understand now.
Thanks for calling me genius, but don't interrupt.
Beckor replied then, but Lythia wasn't listening. He turned to look at her and found her resting with her eyes close. It must have took her a lot of energy to sense and send messages to and from Beckor. The boy was afraid that she may be angry after waking up, so he decided to do all the work. After the work was done, he woke Lythia up and they cooked lunch together. It was very hot and dry, but they didn't have time to rest. El and Sophia went training as the teenagers started having their meal. Beckor ate in the normal speed, trying to hide his excitement, but Lythia was very slow.