Leaving Thunder
Kalagar facepalmed. "Now, would you go..." He made to turn her around. "Go get the things like I asked of you. Do not worry, Sunday is in safe hands, okay?" He assured her, watching the guilt stricken Niniola begin to run down to the street to carry out the errand.
He watched the fleeting visage of Niniola in the white gown and the swaying hood on her shoulders.
She was a promising kid, no doubt. The circumstances that had occured had reshaped and moulded her into what she was. Even though all of these had been as a result of her banishment, he couldn't help but wonder how much potenials she really carried .
She always hid her soul status. And she did it so well that one could not just get a read on her and determine her power ranking, including him.
However, he wondered if it was just him by the way, being that he had half a soul or if other people also had this difficulty. And by other people, he meant people who were Primes or Alphas and even Omegas.