Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
The way Aamu twisted it back cut a little, and her avian eyes narrowed a pinch. Her head hung lower, gaze flickering over the dewy grass, unfortunately caught in the throes of the intricacies, the consequences, and how they all hadn’t been so different. For a moment, she merely traced over boundaries and senses she hadn’t had for years, the coolness lingering between talons, the air pressing inward, the breeze ruffling feathers, the balance of everything else coinciding with the conversation they were having. Survival. What followed was a soft murmur; the youth wouldn’t deny that she’d done exactly that. And we still killed them so we could live. And she’d do it again.
She’d do it to nearly anyone, just so she had a chance to remain once more.
Another mulish consideration rallied around her, and she didn’t realize, didn’t perceive, the way it might be shared and shattered, how it might influence and entangle – emotions made by a youth, embittered and rancorous. Isn’t that enough? That she’d willingly put them in the throes of slaughter?
Her head shook, and some of the plumage angled upwards, recalling what she could from a life before it was cut. During her first reign, she and several others attacked the Mathair in the Greatwood – which is why we’re banned from it. Whether or not anyone cared about that aspect was one thing – the Fae weren’t likely to ever trust them, and Wessex had made herself, and those with her, poor representatives. Potentially helped spread the Blight. A habit, a certain distinction, in polarizing others against her – because there were many Ascended who hadn’t sunk and slithered the way the Wraith had.
She’d do it to nearly anyone, just so she had a chance to remain once more.
Another mulish consideration rallied around her, and she didn’t realize, didn’t perceive, the way it might be shared and shattered, how it might influence and entangle – emotions made by a youth, embittered and rancorous. Isn’t that enough? That she’d willingly put them in the throes of slaughter?
Her head shook, and some of the plumage angled upwards, recalling what she could from a life before it was cut. During her first reign, she and several others attacked the Mathair in the Greatwood – which is why we’re banned from it. Whether or not anyone cared about that aspect was one thing – the Fae weren’t likely to ever trust them, and Wessex had made herself, and those with her, poor representatives. Potentially helped spread the Blight. A habit, a certain distinction, in polarizing others against her – because there were many Ascended who hadn’t sunk and slithered the way the Wraith had.
MABEL
