Thought Contagion

Zagan’s tall, elongated ears perked up at the sound of Mother Absinth’s voice, her summons resonating through the Sparse Pines, commanding those who wished to learn forward. The Saxe prince, being ever curious and driven by his thirst for knowledge and power, turned on his heels and loped through the forest, heeding her call. His raven was soaring behind him, and his panther was hot on his heels, slowing its lope to allow him to be in front.

Zagan arrives shortly after Abyss, and he places himself close to Absinth, boasting his supremacy as a Saxe child. He glances at his adoptive siblings, acknowledging them but his attention is primarily focused on Absinth. Today, she is teaching them about perception- a concept she’d touched on when he asked her about his raven companion.

Leaning forward in his seat, Zagan absorbs every word, every concept. He thought of his experiences, wondering how they would shape him as he grew into adulthood.

"Speech"