imperfection- physical changes

[Ivan]

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IVAN
slav. "god is gracious"
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a son
a brother

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ALYOSHA, MY DEAR, MY ONLY SON, I'M AFRAID OF IVAN —

Ivan was looking at Asvini very intently, and as described before, his countenance exhibited genuine concern. Being the only person to have spotted her so far, he felt a moral duty. He had difficultly accepting Aurum was an adoptive uncle especially now, but even if Asvini wasn't adoptively related, she was still part of the group.

The young cat started when Asvini revealed herself to him. The dark fur lining his back prickled with unease. He tried to figure out what he saw was a figment of his imagination or reality.

Composing himself quickly, his voice dropped into a hushed whisper. "I don't know, but you've got ..." How to say this? If he was imagining it, he would lose respect or even be perceived as taunting her. "You've got ... four ... four eyes..." He stammered, as his heart hammered relentlessly in his chest.

Alaric nearly scared Ivan out of his mind. The boy jumped up in alarm as the tabby broke into the conversation. "You can help, Alaric? It's her eyes, I-I think ..." He hated the uncertainty of it all. Multiple body parts weren't something entirely uncommon, he was the caretake of a double-headed bird and he himself was born with an extra toe. Once he reminded himself of this fact, he was able to take deeper breaths to soothe his panic.

— I'M MORE AFRAID OF IVAN THAN THE OTHER ONE.