"I am sure you have as much potential as your brother did."
Soran slowly nodded, though he wasn't all too convinced by the kind words. He was lost in his own thoughts for a little while and thus missed the comment made towards Peter, his new Guardian. He was brought out of his thoughts as Grayson moved towards the house, motioning for them to follow him.
"Follow me into the study, we won't be disturbed there."
The house inside was much larger than it looked on the outside. An illusion that Soran was beginning to think a trend for most richly endowed families and their homes. His own was a reflection of that as well. They followed after Grayson until he stopped at a door and unlocked it for them to go into.
"Sit, relax, I will return."
Heeding the order, Soran took a spot on the sofa. It was comfortable, something he was slightly thankful for given the recent event of having to run and everything else. As he sat, however, his leg had stiffened from standing for too long outside. He felt the burn of his skin stretching and was reminded of the wound given to him by Yakosa not to long ago. Hissing in reaction, he gripped his thigh tightly before it numbed once again.
"So you were possessed by Yakosa."
Grayson returned then with a tray of tea, to which Soran just gazed at. He wasn't particularly in the mood to drink anything right then, and so he just sat back to listen to the conversation.
"Call it an obsession of mine I suppose. Yakosa, god of war, top tier, doesn't have many known weaknesses. So that either means you deal with fire or did something else to stop the possession."
Grayson said as he flipped through a rather large book that he'd brought with him into the study. Soran glanced over to Peter before answering softly, he figured he'd let the Guardian do the finer details though, "Yeah, he used a spear of some sort," the Seer said, his voice just loud enough for them to hear him.
"Fire makes the most sense, your aura is to red for most anything else. I tend to do that without permission, but it helps me stay alive. I've known a few like you, usually hot-headed and short tempered, not a great combination when it comes to being a guardian. However you show promise in taken a god like Yakosa out for awhile."
An eyebrow lifted as Soran listened to the words that Grayson poured onto them. He can judge a person character based on their aura? Is that his specialty or something... the young Seer thought to himself. He was about to ask on the matter how Grayson knew so much about Peter when he himself knew nothing at all seeing as he'd just met the boy a few hours ago.
"Where is my father, " a boy asked as he flung open the door and entered the room. Soran turned sharply at the sudden noise, his heart jumping to his throat. However, he was met by a rather good looking figure in the doorway, though the youth didn't seem to be all that pleased.
"He is not here, what happened?"
The conversation went rather quickly, and there was not a whole lot that Soran could discern from it at all. Obviously the boy was irritated about something, and one of his sisters was a part of it too. However, the Seer figured that there was something else to the situation at hand and even as the red haired boy left the room and a door slammed shut, Soran stayed turned around almost as if in a trance.
"Again I apologize, I thought Master Belvedare would have returned by now."
"It's alright," Soran answered, almost on auto pilot. Finally, he stood up, "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to talk to him... the red haired boy just now? I think Peter can answer the rest of your questions well enough... at least for now," he said. Besides, I think there's more to that boy's irritation than a little girl putting spiders on him, Soran thought and made his way to the door. With the adrenaline leaving his body, he was beginning to feel a dull ache in his hip and side.
Hobbling out into the hallway, he looked around to try to figure out where the boy had gone. It couldn't have been too far though seeing as the sound of the slamming door had nearly been right next to them. Right next to us... Soran spotted a closed door and figured that one might be it. Shuffling over, he hesitated as he raised his hand to the door, poised to knock. Taking a breath, he finally knocked on the door, three light taps.
"U-um..." his voice broke and he cursed himself silently, "Sorry to be intruding on your home. I'm Soran Reigailia... Um..." Why had he gone to the door again? He couldn't quite remember, "I-... Want to talk? I get the feeling something might have happened," he said and then bit his tongue. Wonderful start... idiot he scolded himself. He stood there silently then, waiting for an answer. Hopefully the boy wouldn't just ignore him, that would be... awkward.