She didn’t belong to his religion—few did, though he didn’t know whether it made them ignorant or wise. But certain things seemed to strange to shove away as mere coincidence. His litter siblings had been blessed with the colours of each of the three gods, though the pale Goddess of day had betrayed her sister, and Tak’s grasp had expanded beyond night alone. That was where similarities ended though, and the dark God had yet to claim his still too innocent heart.
Instead of giving her a satisfactory answer, the large boy shrugged. He couldn’t tell stories as his father did, and he wouldn’t even try. But her expression was dark and investigating. Perhaps there was something wrong with this one. There existed many devils in Salsola, and since it was what seemed normal to him, it was difficult to judge others.
Elvira, so foreign that he would not trust to put it on his own tongue. ”I’m Pandemic,” he returned, wondering if he should have offered his hand or something similar. How little he knew of ordinary norms outside of home. He was suspicious and well beyond his comfort zone, but he didn’t want to be the little boy to hide in caves forever. He liked the brightness of her gilded locks, and silvery eyes were easily manipulated to follow the path she so desired.
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