Agora Hills

Sericea shifted her gaze from her mother to Ludo. His struggle resonated with her, echoing in her own chest. The notes of defiance clashed against the strict cords of discipline their mother was attempting to weave around them. But of course, she was explaining that emotions were a tool- not a master. To use them in their favor, not struggle against them. She could see the draw to wanting to harness any sort of aggression. To vent it appropriately rather than be ruled by it. But of course, as a child subject to big emotions, it was easier said than done. Besides, it couldn’t have been a coincidence that the majority of her siblings had tempers.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"