wind burnt homes sighing rays -- open; introduction

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He held nothing but quiet kindness and gentleness in his heart in concern for his youngest sibling and only sister. While he could come off as argumentative (and not even for a good purpose, for that matter) he was very placid when placed next to his sister, or his mother even. Perhaps it was because of the instinctive feeling that she was a girl, and not a boy, which caused him to feel this way. But if it was, Ivan was not entirely aware of it, because he was still too young to properly understand the role of gender, though he could certainly perceive it. In his conscious mind, he thought it was because of her handicap. Ivan had one of his own, he had an extra toe on his left paw, but it could hardly be compared to Alice. It wasn't fair and Ivan fumed over the inequity of life constantly, in his young, still-developing mind.

Ivan slunk forward, a thin blob of black streaking across the ground. His green-blue eyes were transfixed on Beck's form especially. The physics of the poltergeist unnerved him, but it wasn't as if the large, strange form of Aurum was anything better. "Oh. You look very different from our mother." He'd have to get used to this strange world with its strange creatures. "Do you know my name?" Ivan ventured, coming to sit next to his siblings. His large ears pricked at the mention of a game, and he found himself glancing at Heathcliff and Alice because they were there first when it was proposed, and he would follow their lead. If it were up to him alone, he would immediately accept.