Sloane nearly scowled, but was mostly annoyed with herself at this point. If she could just control her abilities better, she wouldn't have to face that comment all of the time. "Mhm." She answered in a noncommittal kind of agreement. Her hair faded to a dark sort of teal- embarrassed for Sloane. The colors didn't always make sense, but to anyone who knew her well enough could start to figure out the pattern.

"Both my oldest brother and I are." She sighed finally. Though Fussy was far better at controlling his abilities now. She was jealous, but all she could really do was practice, or try to force it, like she was trying to do now. "Not very good at it, clearly." The last addition was a little bitter.