It felt like it had been nearly a lifetime since Peter had been embroiled in such a strange situation. He was certain he was missing things, a few pieces short of the full picture, but that didn’t matter. This was a role he could slip into like an old glove, comfortable enough with it that he even mirrored Edrei’s smile back at her, the expression far less bright on his own lips.
While he didn’t echo Zariah’s sentiment out loud, it was clear Peter had no qualms with it. While squirrels were not the enemy he would have expected, any chance Peter had to prove himself was going to be seized. His hands moved, twitched more than anything, and then there were flashes of silver in among the fire and the lightning, balls of long, sharp needles popping into existence among groups of the rodents, one, then two, then three, each of them impaling everything around it.
This was where Peter thrived. Where he had a goal, and someone to impress, and the ability to do both things. He just hoped it was enough.
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
