Agora Hills

Sericea sat apart from those of her siblings who had gathered. Listening intently as their mother implored to keep a sharp mind no matter the circumstance. Her acidic gaze roved from Absinth to the distant cliffs, studying the way the waterfall cascaded down in a veil of ice. It was beautiful but deadly, just like their mother's words. The reality of their existence began to settle into her bones, and she shivered not from cold, but from an odd sense of apprehension. Her green eyes turned to Ludovic and Xairo, noticing the weight of their silence, the tension tucked neatly under their calm façades. She too bore the pressure of her mother's expectations, but unlike her brothers, she found the sternness in Absinth's voice grating, like a stone against sharp flint- igniting a spark. There was a sternness in her voice, yet there was no hiding the undercurrent of affection that slipped through the gaps between her quietly spoken words. Her gaze switched between Xairo and Ludovic, meeting their own with a fierce intensity that matched their mother's.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"