mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
The way both of them seemed to think she should prefer only mildly maiming adversaries had her scoffing behind another portion of fruit; leaning back into her chair and propping her feet up nearby. “No,” and she wrinkled her nose at her uncle. The arguments about the best days had her gasping out loud, mostly at Iskra ’s comment, shaking her head in some petulant fury beginning to build; though mild, given her grin, wondering if he said it because he believed it, or was just stirring the pot. “But Friday is the start to the weekend. The promise of freedom.” A time to do whatever they wanted because even the next day was liberation.
Demigod discussions didn’t seem to be in consensus either, though that could’ve been due to the lack of knowledge, confusion, and relative ordeal. Her brows furrowed again, making a traceable line in her forehead as she pouted and frowned, considered a third drink while the conversation revolved. “Still seems weird to me. I can’t imagine the heralds just…deciding they’re done with you after all that. I mean, Ronin is still tied to Vi,” as much as they knew; she hadn’t heard otherwise. Safrin was incredibly possessive, and she made no comment on those notions with Sunjata still in the room.
Then she rolled her eyes. “Ugh, the channeling,” as her first experiences had been noteworthy in potential drowning. “Maybe it depends on how often you’re summoned. Like, I can imagine it gets real fuckin’ old.” Turning back to Sunjata, she leaned her chin on the palm of her hand as she relaxed further into the arm of the chair. "Wait, how did you find out anyway?"
Demigod discussions didn’t seem to be in consensus either, though that could’ve been due to the lack of knowledge, confusion, and relative ordeal. Her brows furrowed again, making a traceable line in her forehead as she pouted and frowned, considered a third drink while the conversation revolved. “Still seems weird to me. I can’t imagine the heralds just…deciding they’re done with you after all that. I mean, Ronin is still tied to Vi,” as much as they knew; she hadn’t heard otherwise. Safrin was incredibly possessive, and she made no comment on those notions with Sunjata still in the room.
Then she rolled her eyes. “Ugh, the channeling,” as her first experiences had been noteworthy in potential drowning. “Maybe it depends on how often you’re summoned. Like, I can imagine it gets real fuckin’ old.” Turning back to Sunjata, she leaned her chin on the palm of her hand as she relaxed further into the arm of the chair. "Wait, how did you find out anyway?"
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
