when will my life begin

She was given a name, and if Cicero wasn’t expecting her lack of knowledge she didn’t really show it. Her dark features obscured much of her expression. Siren wasn’t incredible at reading wolves anyway, but she had a more difficult time with Cicero. It was odd feeling relief as she began to speak. Siren wasn’t sure she’d ever see the woman again, but she explained herself. The gold laden girl furrowed her decorated brows at the claims made of her work. Speculation played on her features, she’d never heard of anything like this. Not that she had heard of much living in seclusion anyway.

Her innermost desires… the thought was interesting. Siren didn’t want for much in this world, Chimera took care of her and where he could not, Dalila was there. Her material desires were few, but then she thought about her apothecary. Siren squinted slightly, but listened closely. Committing to memory everything she was shown. The truth to Cicero’s claims were yet to be proved, but she wouldn’t dismiss the recipe yet.

The chance was offered, but Siren was hesitant to accept. The girl was naturally suspicious, and Cicero hardly gave her a sense of ease. ”Hmm…” Siren hummed lightly as she debated internally. She hated to admit her reservations but she asked quietly, ”Will I be incapacitated?” Her main concerns were of her ability to function, especially outside pack lands. Strength of mind she was less concerned. Ignorance ran rampant, but not within the dainty dame.