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While everyone else seemed worried about Luca, Sloane was worried for everyone around him. The conversation Sloane had with Luca in the park the other day had rooted a new fear inside of her, adding another worrisome weed to her already overrun garden. She felt her hand go numb from how hard she was gripping the Chrysalis Staff. She planned to stasis Luca at the first sight of any abscission. Curiously, the tip of Sully’s squirtgun did not show any signs of decay  even before Stormy moved to intervene with his Lux, and while Luca’s hand moving to caress Jasper’s face caused her heart rate to spike there was no body horror to follow. 

Her grip on the staff relaxed as Luca gave her a thumbs up, the momentary wave of relief replaced by a quiet anger as she shook her head at him in disapproval. The urge to unleash on Luca for acting so foolishly as well as on that idiot Sullivan for his failure to act immediately thus prompting Luca to move bubbled up to her lips. However, the presence of Greenwood kept her tongue in its place. If they wanted this alliance to work it was then best not to immediately pull back the curtain and reveal that Sycamore wasn’t a cohesive coven that could offer Greenwood something in return but rather a bunch of rowdy children in desperate need of a babysitter. Did Sloane even want to work with Greenwood? Maybe. It depended on if they were going to be more eyes to watch out for Father Wolf and 8th Street or just more voices blocking out any good ideas by contributing to a wall of sound.

Sloane turned sharply and returned to her seat once it was clear that Sully would continue to tend to Luca until he was one hundred percent. She grabbed the Quill, which had run out of page and started to take notes for her on the table, and set it on a fresh page in her notebook, keeping her hand on it to stop it from writing over on the table again the next time it ran out of space. She took control of the pen to write down a series of reminders for herself—one to learn more about the crystal that had been in Clancy’s chest, two to learn exactly what Clancy was, and three to see if Luca would be able to get her in contact with Carol—and then let it resume its autopilot as she listened in on the others replying to Ruby.

[color=goldenrod]“Yeah I got a question,”[/color] hollered Sully from the back with his mouthful of pepperoni pizza, having apparently abandoned his healing duties the moment Kashmira moved to take over. [color=goldenrod]“We got any red pepper flakes lying around here?”[/color]

Sloane sank down in her seat  and gripped the bridge of her nose as one of the ancillary Greenwoods pointed him to the pile of packets. Stormy asked the obvious question more diplomatically than Sloane would’ve: what’s the catch? Sloane was all for altruism but highly doubted anyone other than herself who ever showed it. Greenwood surely had to come with some baggage of their own if they were willing to work with Sycamore. She shifted back up in her seat as Clancy piped up. It was curious how none of the ex-Sycamore’s in Emily’s coven had been targeted by Father Wolf yet, although it could just be a simple matter of coincidence. 

She stared at the patchwork child, noting the hateful look on its face as it spoke of Emily. Sloane hoped that by “taken apart one-by-one” that the aberration meant dismantling the 8th Street Coven instead of decimating them. Even if the want was to only take out Emily and Vashti, it didn’t sit well with Sloane. Felt like something Emily would champion. Eye for an eye, blah blah blah. There were better ways to handle these kinds of things. 

[color=silver]“Sloane Faris. I have a question,”[/color] said Sloane, raising her hand as if she were in a class. A flash of pain crossed her face as she heard Sully, his words muffled by pizza, say something about asking if they got an extra garlic sauce. She put her hand down on her lap. [color=silver]“While I am also interested in hearing how you’d want to deal with 8th Street or what else you’d be looking to get out of this alliance, I think it would be nice to learn more about our potential partners before jumping immediately into business with strangers.”[/color] 

[color=goldenrod]“Oh, they’re not strangers, they—”[/color] Sully was cut off as Sloane raised her voice ever so slightly and continued on.

[color=silver]“Perhaps this was addressed at the previous meeting, but unfortunately…”[/color] [i]Auri is a bitch[/i] [color=silver]“...my schedule is quite full on Sundays. You already seem to have a general idea about Sycamore—our problem with 8th Street, our nasty habit of getting murdered, etcetera—but outside of hearing the name before I don’t really know anything about the Greenwood Coven. How long have you been a coven? Why did you form? Notable accomplishments? Things like that.”[/color]