It was suiting that it was the pale woman’s form that was the first to lend him her presence. Itachi had no reason to seek to socialize with the majority of the members of the pack he belonged to. It happened that he actively sought out another, but he rarely appreciated when others intruded on his solitude. There were always exceptions to that rule, but those were uncommon. Sunset painted eyes followed the pale optime, but while he had noticed her the moment she entered the room, it took time for her to acknowledge his presence. Perhaps he was better at fading into the background than he had thought.
”Greetings, Naniko,” he returned, dipping his maw in respect for Anathema’s Queen. Was he still a mere child in her eyes? It was strange for him to consider how he might look in the eyes of the other. Her features remained beautiful to maroon eyes, and therefore they would linger. She asked about the object he held in his hands, and he willingly presented it to her, lifting the wooden weapon up in his palms so that she could see it better. ”I’m not yet worthy to wield a true weapon,” he calmly explained, though he had trained with the stolen twin sword already. He did not like it though, for it was wrong to handle such a pristine thing without knowing how to use it correctly.
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