~ Tagged: Lucian James ~

"Everyone knows the children of the big three, maybe not personally but always by name, Lucian. And, yes, I am Yule." He said quickly, for he tried to study the air around the demigod, trying to see whether or not there was madness inside, words flowing out of his mouth while he thought. "If you are receiving premonitions, never take them lightly. It is an instinct of warning, powerful in protecting from danger."
When just looking at the boy wasn't enough to determine, Yule's next action probably overstepped the boundaries just a little, at least for newly acquainted teens. He reached out, quickly but probably not that fast in comparison to those who trained with their weapons, to touch his fingertips to the blonde's temple, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. It only took a few seconds before he removed his hand and placed it back to his side.
The son of Dionysus then lent a little away's from the blonde boy in front, giving another smile, this one trying to be soft and somewhat comforting - whether or not he was succeeding with such intentions, he does not know.
"I can tell you, though, Lucian, that there is no madness in you. Your head is entirely your own." Yule then stretched his arms over his head, letting out a yawn. He could feel the early morning already starting to get to him.
"There is nothing to fear about your premonitions. Embrace them, heed their warning, yet never let them consume you, or you will surely be brought to madness." To his owns ears, his voice sounded different, maybe a big lighter, somewhat creepier. So he shook his head, smiling his usual smile. "Don't fret over it, Luce. Demigods get premonitions all the time, the great ones followed them and those who didn't went, well... mad."
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