[ He comes in closer, moving with a care that suggests he half expects to be elbowed away. He is the runt, smallest and least consequential to everyone except for Hekate. He is uncertain of his place with Brandon, whether he holds any sway in the game. There is something he wants, it is like a vibration off of him. He came to Brandon for a reason and has now been swayed out of interest. Or maybe swayed out of uncertainty. What he wants is not quite what Hekate wants, and finding the words is... almost impossible. So instead he watched Brandon's clever fingers, he gives a hoarse little laugh when told this is not so big a secret. ]
The witches... don't share any secrets.
[ He's silent for a very long moment, his eyes intent, ]
What makes you... different. From the witches?
[ There is the smell, undeniable. There is the source, the Hill is unmistakable. But Ivor wonders about these other things, the rules, the loyalties. As he says it he realizes it is a big, broad question, it embarrasses him slightly but he is earnest in his ignorance. ]
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The witches... don't share any secrets.
[ He's silent for a very long moment, his eyes intent, ]
What makes you... different. From the witches?
[ There is the smell, undeniable. There is the source, the Hill is unmistakable. But Ivor wonders about these other things, the rules, the loyalties. As he says it he realizes it is a big, broad question, it embarrasses him slightly but he is earnest in his ignorance. ]