"What the fuck? Is it just or is he really glowing?" Coco asked, hissing the words out.
Coco was montarily stunned as light began to radiate from Sinclair, a soft glow enveloping his entire form.
The light was blinding and intense, causing her to raise a hand to protect her eyes, and Coco could hardly believe what she was seeing— Sinclair was literally glowing, his body emitting a soft, ethereal light that filled the room.
"Clair?! Why would you accept her call?!" Alithe asked, his voice shaking in disbelief.
"Call? What are you talking about, Alithe? What call?" Coco hissed, closing her eyes tightly to protect her vision from the bright light that enveloped Sinclair.
"He’s your—"
"Thank you, Coco." Sinclair spoke up, cutting off his pair’s words with his own, "I never thought that I would get out of there alive so to express my gratitude, I accepted your call as my master."
"Master?" The garden fairy asked, the tone of confusion and surprise clear in her voice, "I’ve never heard of sothing like that— wait.."
Coco didn’t even notice that Lala had stirred from her slumber and had flown over to her shoulder.
Slowly, the lights coming from Sinclair subsided.
After subsiding completely, the light revealed that Sinclair had undergone a physical transformation.
His hair had grown longer, flowing down to his shoulders in a silken wave that frad his face, but that was not all because there was a new mark on his forehead, a mark that looked like a leaf, its outline is quite detailed and beautiful.
The mark looked like it was almost pulsating, as if it were alive, and its presence gave Sinclair a mystical and angelic halo.
The mark on his forehead was a lighter tone compared to his dark skin, but it was glowing in green, barely, but it was there, and it was what caught Coco’s eyes first when she looked back at Sinclair.
"Let introduce myself once more." Sinclair said, a polite and happy smile on his lips, as he bowed, "My na is Sinclair Astin, Coco Coison’s familiar."
Coco flinched at the sound of her original na, the na that her mother gave her, the na that she loves— the na that she has not told anyone except for her husbands and the village chief, the sound sending a shiver down her spine.
It had been a long ti since anyone had called her that na, and the mories it brought up were not pleasant ones.
Her body tensed up as she instinctively sent a nacing glare towards the hybrid, her expression showing her discomfort, and she knew that this person was not a threat, but old habits died hard, and the na held much too many fond mories for her to react to it casually.
"Coison? But she’s Coco Hughes—"
"Please do not use my master’s na lightly, my husband." Sinclair turned her head to Alithe and smiled, an underlying warning in both his words and smile.
"What? Don’t tell that you’re choosing her over —"
"No, I am not choosing her over you, my dearest, but I cannot let you use her na just like that." Sinclair, once again, had cut off Alithe and simply pressed a finger over his lips to shut him up.
"It’s a na that shouldn’t be uttered carelessly as my master’s soul na is different from the body she’s inhabiting." Sinclair said, smiling beautifully towards Alithe.
All Alithe could do is stare with wide eyes as colors rush to his cheeks, nodding his head fervently.
"As much as I love to see a yaoi live show, I just can’t let you off the hook." Coco spoke up and intervened between the married couple’s loving mont, "How the hell did you know what my na is? And how can you say that in front of Alithe?"
Coco kept her eyes narrowed, glaring at Sinclair, but much more softer than a mont ago.
Sinclair humd and turned away from his husband, the sa polite and happy smile still on his lips, as he nodded his head in understanding.
"As you already know, I am a hybrid— a bird hybrid just like my husband." Sinclair started as he pulled his hand away from Alithe’s lips, "However, I am nothing, but a weak one. I can’t do hybrid things like other hybrids out there, which is why I got caught by farming rabbits."
"And..?" Coco raised an eyebrow.
"Hybrids can be marked by a person they want and be that person’s familiar for as long as that person lives." Alithe said, grumbling as he frowned, "Being a familiar ans that his soul will get marked by the soul of the person who beca his master, which is in this case, your na marked his body and soul."
"Correct." Sinclair nodded his head once again, "So, your soul’s na, which is your actual na, the na that was given to you by the person who gave birth to you, is embedded in my entire being."
"Does this an that you know that.. " Coco slowly trailed off as she tried to find the right words to say, "That I ca from sowhere else?"
Sinclair only nodded his head as confirmation, not saying anything else.
"Sowhere else?" It was Alithe’s turn to raise an eyebrow at you, before he turned to his pair and frowned, "What does she an by that, my love?"
"That’s between us, my dearest." Sinclair humd out, leaning in to place a quick kiss on Alithe’s lips, "It is not my place to reveal or say, so you would either accept her as your master or would have to get her trust to know what she ant."
Coco’s lips twitched, sending a devious smile on Alithe’s way.
Getting a familiar may have been unexpected to start her day, but knowing that Alithe would beco agitated because his own spouse refused to tell him about Coco’s na is making Coco feel triumph.
Guess Alithe had grown on her a little.
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