Thought Contagion

Sericea leaned forward as her mother's lesson deepened, her gaze never wavering from Absinth's commanding form. The concept of perception being a tool that could be honed, yet also a weapon that could be turned against them, resonated within her young mind.

She thought of the countless interactions she had already experienced in her short life - the playful tussles with her siblings, the watchful gaze of the ravens above, even the way her own mother carried herself with such authority and grace. Each of these moments had been shaping her perception, molding her understanding of the world around her. As Absinth spoke of exploiting weaknesses and reading subtle cues, Sericea's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. She pictured herself in a future confrontation, analyzing her opponent's every move, every flicker of emotion in their eyes. She would learn to see beyond the surface, to anticipate their actions before they even realized their own intentions.

Yet, her mother's warning about the dangers of misinterpretation echoed in her mind. Sericea knew she would need to be vigilant, to constantly question her own perceptions and be ready to adapt when necessary. The idea of being manipulated by others left her with a sense of dread, and she vowed to never let her guard down.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"