“Don’t you think it’s strange? How we’re both silver when we’re in our… fire-creature-forms?”
We’re on the balcony outside my room. After training, I came back to rest. Milo brought me food, and I convinced Archie to conjure up a hammock, which Milo helped me tie off. Now we’re seated next to each other in it, swaying ever so slightly, enjoying the breeze and the sunset.
“No,” he finally says. “At first, I did. When I saw your eyes for the first time. When Sadie said our auras were the same. But I knew, before you shifted, that you’d be silver.”
I glance up at him, surprised. “Really? How?”
“The colors of the Light are warm and soft—yellows; reds; oranges. Even Phoebe’s green phoenix is ten shades lighter than any of my brothers.”
“And your brothers? They’re all dark, cold colors?”
