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The boy appeared transfixed upon the water. He continued to stare even as her prince spoke. It wasn't until she said something that he turned, staring back at both of them as he asked what it was they had said. Citali looked towards Tezca, catching his gaze and sharing that unspoken question that passed between them. She slowly turned back towards the boy. "Stare too long and your face will stay frozen like that?" she repeated, uncertain this time as she was not quite so sure as to who it was this one was referring to.

Whichever phrase this adolescent was referencing, he didn't quite appear to understand. Not scared of the water? Well and good. Every wolf should share some sort of special kinship with water. It was life sustaining after all, and a valuable tool for any healer.

She watched as the boy glanced back into a pool, this time near flinching as he stepped back and almost seemed to remove himself from the immediate area. Just a step, but it was enough. It'd triggered something and he seemed lost in some kind of haze. 

Recognizing the symptoms, Citali remained cautious. She kept her distance and stayed quiet as the exchange passed between Tezca and the one he referred to as Tryphon.