Saartjie
There was some comfort in what he said, but there was still a part of her that was scared that she would turn into him. He had killed his wife and felt no guilt or remorse over it and she had killed her husband and while she felt guilt for taking someone's life she felt no remorse for having done it. She didn't know if she believed that their mother would be proud of her for what she had done so much as she believed their father would be proud of the ruthlessness that she had shown. But ... maybe Sunjata was right. They both cared too much. They cared about each other, about their mother, their friends. That caring and that love was what made them human. It was what made them like their mother and that was something she could hold on to and cherish.
As their conversation moved on and her brother said that he was attuned, Saar's brow furrowed. "Attuned? What does that even mean?" The explanation he launched into didn't make much sense to her -- magic, shapeshifting, mechanical people. "Is Nate attuned, too?" She asked. "How do you know who ... is what?" Life, it seemed, was growing more and more complicated and confusing by the minute.
Safrin. The name caught Saar's attention. "Is Safrin the goddess?" The one that Nate had mentioned Jata having a child with. That was something neither of them had spoken about yet and something that she had many questions about. She didn't have a chance to ask even one of those questions before he stepped back and allowed a set of large wings to unfurl. Her pale eyes widened as she took in the sight of them. If she hadn't touched the feathers and knew they were real she would have thought he was playing some kind of elaborate trick on her.
"...you can actually fly?" She asked as she stepped forward and reached a hand out to brush her fingers against the sapphire feathers. As a child she had always wondered what it would be like to fly. To be a bird and just fly away to wherever she wanted and just be free. She had babbled about it to Sunjata one of the many nights they'd snuck away to the beach. "What can you turn in to?"
As their conversation moved on and her brother said that he was attuned, Saar's brow furrowed. "Attuned? What does that even mean?" The explanation he launched into didn't make much sense to her -- magic, shapeshifting, mechanical people. "Is Nate attuned, too?" She asked. "How do you know who ... is what?" Life, it seemed, was growing more and more complicated and confusing by the minute.
Safrin. The name caught Saar's attention. "Is Safrin the goddess?" The one that Nate had mentioned Jata having a child with. That was something neither of them had spoken about yet and something that she had many questions about. She didn't have a chance to ask even one of those questions before he stepped back and allowed a set of large wings to unfurl. Her pale eyes widened as she took in the sight of them. If she hadn't touched the feathers and knew they were real she would have thought he was playing some kind of elaborate trick on her.
"...you can actually fly?" She asked as she stepped forward and reached a hand out to brush her fingers against the sapphire feathers. As a child she had always wondered what it would be like to fly. To be a bird and just fly away to wherever she wanted and just be free. She had babbled about it to Sunjata one of the many nights they'd snuck away to the beach. "What can you turn in to?"
but close my eyes for a while
and force from the world a patient smile
and force from the world a patient smile
