Thought Contagion

Ludovic strolled into the clearing with an easy, confident gait, his mismatched eyes casually taking in the scene. He paid little mind to the focused expressions on the faces of the others gathered, his attention completely attuned to Absinth’s authoritative voice. He leaned against a tree, the light casting a glow on his fiery red and monochrome fur. His gaze focused and observant.

Absinth’s words reached his ears, a lesson on perception, survival, and the divergent realities of their world. Ludovic’s ears flicked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as she spoke of how perceptions were shaped by experience. He liked that. The opportunity to be... different.

As Absinth continued, Ludovic’s gaze wandered to the ravens above, their sleek black forms a great contrast to the vibrant spring foliage. Their roles as sentinels amused him; even the birds were woven into this intricate web of vigilance and power.

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