Sixteen

Ravenna

A minute passed. Two. An additional three minutes. Five good minutes passed.

Kalan still stood where he was, unmoving and neither speaking. His eyes stayed fixated on my sling and I could see the rage filling up his eyes. Was he angry that I got hurt? Or was he angry that I let myself get hurt?

“...uh…” I started, jumping a bit at the way his eyes snapped up to mine. “Y-you can have a seat if you want to,” I offered, gesturing to the seat beside me where Nevan sat previously.

He kept his gaze on me before turning them away from my face. His eyes went back to my sling, ignoring what I said completely as if I didn't just speak to him. But at the same time, he acknowledged my presence which confused me.

His behavior was very confusing. I was sure he heard me quite well. He made it known that he did by looking up at me after I spoke, but when I tried to be nice and offer him a seat, what did he do?

He ignored me completely like he didn't understand my language!

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