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Her accented words easily crept under his skin, and eyes graced with the subtle tones with the moon mirrored his thoughts about her words. Why wasn’t he as qualified as Salvia? Pan hadn’t done anything wrong, though was wary of thinking of the reasons why his litter sibling had moved into adulthood without him. It hadn’t been Salvia’s choice to leave him behind. Ebony limbs moved slightly, and he rolled his weight backwards to lean against crumbling rock. Almost. Why.
I am a man,” he corrected. What mattered was his own opinion about himself, and he knew that they could not see him as a child any longer. He was taller than many of the grown Family members already. Time would lift him to Larkspur’s size and height, but he was well on his way. The teen’s solid arms crossed in front of his chest; locking his stance and hiding away some of the uncomfortable air he so easily gave off in the shaman’s presence. One would have expected Pandemic to be well accustomed to their magic and power, but he didn’t like what he couldn’t see.
All he had seen was their wild eyes, and it unsettled him. Earthly matters made much more sense. He wished he could say the same for Salvia, but there was a witch within her too.
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