we built this city on broken glass

There was a sense of satisfaction to that moment. Frost, for the first time in weeks, entirely content to find peace in resting beside his mate atop that blanket and surrounded by the forest. His violet gaze shifted upward to observe the sky above. His thoughts, for once, drifted away from the pack and work. The man merely contemplated that sky for several moments before he lifted that sandwich to his lips. There were too few moments like this. Too few moments of simple peace and quiet. Frost's soft inquiry of what about Micah seemed to be distressing Nadya prompted several moments of silence from the woman beside him before Nadya shifted to roll onto her stomach, her femanine form propped up upon her elbows to eye him as she set her sandwich aside. Frost, for now, equally content to remain upon his back. Nadya's sudden declaration that she feared their son was a necromancer prompted both eyes to lift in surprise. Necromancy was....rare outside warlocks. Such a talent so usually holding a genetic or familiar factor. At least if that research the Hunter Council had done was accurate. Neither Tobias nor Nadya, to his knowledge, held any ability for that and yet it was not...impossible such a gift might spontaneously appear. No matter how unlikely.

Nadya continued then, Frost's own thoughts momentarily waylaid as she spoke of that bird the boy had, seemingly, managed to bring back to life with merely the touch of his hands- or at least- some semblance of life. If Micah truly did possess some talent for Necromancy then his gift was hardly particularly potent yet- if that unfortunate bird was anything to go by and yet, with age and time, his skills would no doubt increase.A truly powerful necromancer so often possessed abilities with vampires in turn. Hmmm. Such a talent would be decidedly....appealing to the wrong beings and yet in its infancy as it was now there was little fear to be had. Still, there remained that ever-present truth that it was not weak, low level necromancy at all, but rather, some sort of....advanced healing. Strikingly so for a child. The frown upon Frost's features shifted slightly into a look of intrigue as those thoughts further turned within his mind. Nadya, it seemed, had considered much the same when it came to that necromancy- if that was indeed what it was. Her concern decidedly clear as she queried whether or not there might be some way to....hold that power in place rather than let it develop. Frost, in that moment, further given to silent contemplation.

"I could certainly find someone to assist in that if need be and yet I....dislike the thought of attempting to hamper him. I understand your fears, it is a rare talent, but would it not be better to have him understand that power sooner rather than later? The sooner he understands it, the sooner he can control it and with control comes his own ability to limit it."

He could so hardly fault Nadya for her fear, not in this. What Mother would not seek to protect her child? Yet was a limit to that power the true answer? Perhaps it was. There were certainly those he could reach out to for such things and yet another thought continued to prevail within the equine's mind.

"I think, perhaps, we should...test this ability before we involve others. After all, what if his gift is not necromancy but rather some talent for biology or healing? Until we are certain I am uninclined to make others aware of him."

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