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Pupils dilated as they focused on the pale blonde woman, whose presence had arrived uncomfortably swift. The unease would be visible in clouded eyes, but it was well known that the young male heavily preferred the closest family above everything and everyone. Tlantli was family too, though in the young male’s mind, it had always been a shallow mention without much value. She wasn’t close to him in blood, and her bloodied eyes always sought to grant him bad dreams.
But never had the female treated him poorly, and since the boy had taken so long to note her presence, it was much too late to adjust his route and pretend he’d failed to notice her. Perhaps fortune was smiling. Pan’s mind travelled to the child’s title that still hovered—invisible—above his dark head. It was slightly humiliating to remain a child while his litter sibling was climbing the ranks of adulthood. His thoughts on this subject would have been scotched with anger had it not been for the simple fact that he would give Salvia the world, was it only his.
”I greet you, Tlantli” the boy warily replied, stepping forth to offer each pale cheek a shallow kiss. He didn’t feel confident in the company of the mature woman.
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