Sloane had only meant for her tap to be more of intrigue than anything. She hadn’t meant foe the little squirrel to light up again. She was just curious about them, curious as to why they were starting the fires. But in that moment, she wonders what will happen now that everyone is aware she was the one who started this fire, even if it was unintentional.
The God is the first to really react to her form of greeting. He steps back at first, nodding to them all the do the same. There is a fire of defiance in Sloane’s eyes, one that questions why he wants them to step back. She needs to know why. She fears that if she gives them space, then they will scurry away and perhaps her questions might never be answered.
It was then that the king’s voice is heard above the others, warning her to use cautious. She doesn’t need to take orders from him. She doesn’t know him and he certainly doesn’t know her. Her eyes are still transfixed on the squirrels, watching the flames and studying them.
As Somnus steps forward, she sighs and takes a step back. She’s not done studying them. She thirsts for knowledge and yet, Somnus is interrupting her lesson. But even as she takes two steps back, she watches him and the squirrels. The voice he uses is almost child-like as he tried to soothe the squirrel. Couldn’t they just trample the little shits and be done with it?
She cannot help the way her eyes want to roll in the back of their sockets. She hates hearing that soft voice, the voice a loving parents uses towards their child. Perhaps she hates it because it was never used on her. She was never loved or cared for. She was abandoned and had to learn about like on her own. “While I’m not going to lay on the ground to talk to you…I only want to study you.” She was not nearly as soothing as Somnus, but at least she was refraining from squashing them like little annoying bugs.
