Courage isn't the absence of fear. It's being able to do what's necessary, even if you're terrified. -- Anon Guest
Ageratum had heard of the Hellkin in the dojo. Everyone had seen him from a distance and few dared to get close. Now he was closer than she had ever seen him. He was wearing Adept Black and kneeling where any other class teacher might kneel. Waiting for the class to assemble, in peaceful meditation. Hide as blue as a clear spring sky. Hair and horns dark like an evening stormcloud. The tail was just visible, curled around his knees, spaded tail tapping gently against the sole of one simple sandal.
He wasn't doing anything more threatening than breathing.
She clung to the edge of the doorway lest one of her fellow Novices push her inside. She was lucky that they were busy arguing about who would go in first. Otherwise, they might remember that Ageratum was the name of a weed that was nicknamed pee-the-bed.
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