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Being an Initia, Scott felt a little bit behind in his abilities than some that he had came to know, on his travels. Due to the life his mother was leading; he was raised in normality. Or as normal, as his life could have been. With his obligations and duties on the family farm; it had taken Scott a while to realise; that he eventually wanted to embrace his Initia side. To learn more about his element of water and others, if possible. With the start of process; his ceremonies were late. But for him, it was a start of a new dawn. Feeling like there was some progress being made. Scott felt a bit more like himself, when he finally acknowledged/embraced his elemental side. As the old saying goes; better late than never, right? Scott was doing; something that his mother never had done. At times, wondering would she be proud of the man he was becoming? Or would she disapprove of him following the path of elemental control? His mother never seemed to be bothered about the fact that she herself never mastered her elements. Always warning Scott to be careful; when he was young. ‘Don’t expose your nature.’ ‘Don’t use your element for fun.’ ‘Don’t accidently soak anyone at school.’ and so the list of warnings went on and on. Scott now found himself questioning, if his mother ever felt less like herself, for not embracing the Initia side? She seemed so content, with the human life. And for a while, Scott dd too. He didn’t know better, until the Initia tribe in South Carolina; had helped him. Then, he truly felt like himself. Almost hating the thought of suppressing, his abilities more now.
Since his arrival in Evermore. Scott had slowly been making it his home. Trying to get the most important things off of his list. But the bigger thing on his list; was trying to integrate within the Initia community. To get to know the tribe members and it’s leader. Scott felt a bit nervous. He was a stranger, pretty much. And he was certain,that most Initia’s have had been a part of the tribe, for years, if not longer. Hoping that they would prove to be as welcoming as rumors have said. Scott hadn’t exactly met many Initia’s face-to-face,in Evermore. At least not properly. On occasion, there had been a few people; that had stood out in the crowd. The same pull, he remembered having in South Carolina. He felt again. That told him, they were Initias. But since they were seemingly busy; Scott let them go about their daily business; a kind exchange of head nods, or smiles being exchanged rather than conversations at the moment.
Scott knew, that the first Initia that was on his list to talk to; was someone whom was in charge of the tribe. Figuring, meeting the rest of the tribe would come after that. As he had his priorities set out, from the moment he stepped foot into the Eternal City. Then would come more training with elements. Beside water; Scott held a particular fascination with Psychic and Fire. Scott knew that the second element, he wanted to learn could potentially be the most dangerous one to pick; or so...from he had heard at least. But something about uncertainty/and maybe the rush; is what made it appealing. Among other factors. But the Canadian Male, was always dubbed as a hard worker. And an eager one at that.
After his morning shift at the ranch; Scott had the afternoon off. So he decided, it would be a good chance to go and seek out one of the leaders of the tribe. Managing to find his way to the faction house. Scott felt his palms sweat a little bit. What was there to be so nervous about? It’s not like, it was a life or death scenario. Right?
Finally ringing the doorbell. Scott waited. His foot slightly tapping against the ground. Listening for any sounds on the other side of the door. When the door finally opened; Scott gave a charming, polite smile. “Good Afternoon, I am looking for someone, that’s in charge?” His Canadian drawl coming through. Hoping, that whomever had opened the door. Was one of the Masters...or would take him to the main head of the Initia Tribe. Either one, would do. Scott was just hoping to make some progress today.
She had hoped that this wouldn't take the attention away from what truly matters. There was a reason why she chose not to divulge her identity sooner, and most of the time it was because people tend to forget she's also a person, a normal Initia who just so happened to be gifted with the ability of psychic and well… become Evermore's Grand Master. She didn't even sign up for this to begin with. "No? Not even the slightest bit? I'm shocked" she teased, "But there's a reason why I decided to uh… mask my identity beforehand. Most people who come to find me usually forget the things they should've said and I want to connect with my tribe members" or future potential tribe members, like Scott, who obviously came a long way from him. "Please don't be nervous, I'm still the woman from earlier."
She couldn't blame him either though. "You already did make a good impression on me though, so I don't think you have anything to necessarily worry over. Not over this anyway." She wasn't just sugarcoating things, the male did prove to her that he had an open minded way of viewing things and is eager to learn more, which is something she could appreciate even as an average bystander, much less the Grand Master. "As the Grand Master, I wield an extra ability that only people of this title was bestowed upon, and I can't really find the use of it if I don't know my tribe members that well." Spirit manipulation is a tricky thing to carry out and while she found herself having a knack of it since it was borderline the same with psychic energy, she didn't use it necessarily to cloud the members here. She used it to strengthen their bonds and connection towards the tribe, which was easier when you know they're quite devoted to it, in the first place.
"I'm glad to hear that, I'd love to know everyone by name if I'm being honest. I'm new here, most of the people here… they're natives or have been in Evermore longer than I have. I don't really feel like an outsider because they are somewhat welcoming but the pressure of wanting to rise above everything and prove to them I can be a good leader can be exhausting." And tedious. "Do I at least advertise our tribe well enough for an outsider to come join us? Who knows, I could even be a telemarketer or work in the business marketing industry" she joked.