Protector

   “ What is so shocking about that ? I gave her a spear that could debilitate anyone on the spot – what is wrong with that ? “ the teen gives an innocent shrug, a cheeky smile growing on her lips right after. 

“There is nothing wrong with it...” he began, trailing off to recall just how Okoye had shown him the capabilities of the spear. He had whooped then until he realized what other possibilities could arise from her and others having such a formidable weapon. Security was always at the forefront of his mind, after all.

🐾 → ❝ Fine. ❞ He smirked and crouched down, sprung from the tree. Hitting two flips he landed in front of W’Kabi gracefully. ❝ I’m just that good… ❞

She paused to give him an odd look, then shook her head. “That is very sad, but not unexpected. Those who practice are frequently considered to be outsiders to mainstream cultures.” She watched as the children grew bored with his blanket and started to mess with eachother again. It was something they always returned to. 

“That is surprising considering the magic resting in your midgardian bones.” One hand reached out and she pressed it against his chest, then removed it after a heavy pause. “Would you like to see?” She wasn’t about to expose any practitioners here without their permission. Being shown to the world without the want to been seen was terrifying. 

She might as well have spoken in riddles. W’Kabi was aware of magic, but to have that inside him? He was skeptical, to put it lightly. 

To pick Azari would be to show blatant favoritism, but he gestured for the boy to come up to him regardless.