He couldn't believe this? He was chosen. He was chosen! To be the wielder of the Peacock miraculous! The wielder of daring beauty, of wind, and of truths! Jon had to admit though; wielding truths? What was that even supposed to mean, anyway!
He was even more grateful for never catching illness, that was a huge relief seeing as he had caught the Black Death. Times were hard when you lived in the 1300s.
The kwami, Junno, was looking at him worriedly as another fit of bloody coughs overtook his chosen yet again.
"Don't worry, the miraculous will be able to take effect soon, my little chick," Junno spoke softly to his chosen, "Just give it a couple days, but, trust me, you will not die from this."
Worried emerald clashed with comforting deep forest green as the deeper of the two calmed the lighter.
"Alright, two more days," Jon spoke with a slight english accent as he moved his pale blonde hair away from his face.
^.^
As exciting as it was, Volpe did not want a new partner, losing her first one was hard enough-especially since it was her sister, for the spirits sake! Her sister was a rare beauty to her people, Volpe being the only one stopping men from carrying off with her younger sibling.
"So, you are my partner?"
Volpe's tanned face was soon marred by a deep frown. She knew where this was going.
"Yeah, so what if I'm a woman, people back in my time were grateful a woman was saving their asses." Yep, she was sure as hell pissed that her partner was a male.
Why did the spirits hate her?