Thought Contagion

Sericea listened to her mother intently. Her acidic green eyes shimmering, reflecting the wisdom of her mother’s teachings. She sat at the forefront of the gathered siblings, a little off to the side- her posture poised and straight, radiating a calm assurance that even her youth couldn't dispel. She lived for these lessons, even if they left her with more questions than answers. She tried to focus on each word, each sentence that dripped off Momma’s tongue, rolling them over in her young mind like precious gems. Perception was the gift of understanding, she mused. It was more than just sight or hearing, but the ability to interpret and draw conclusions from the information presented before them. A tool for survival, a weapon as deadly as their fangs and claws could be.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"