Safrin
"My sweet flood, I can think of nothing better." Her smile is warm and elegant as her eyes softly trace the lines and scars on his face. So many of them hadn't been present when she'd first looked upon him, but still he was as beautiful as ever. "Take Nate and Kamaria and run away into the Wilds? Is that your plan?" Safrin's voice is free of judgement as she says this. "I will take care of everything here in Torchline. You needn't do a thing, but..."
Pulling her hands away, she folds them in her lap as her gaze drops to somewhere near his chest. Her jaw tenses just for a moment, creating a small ripple in the otherwise milk-white smoothness of her cheeks. "...as hard of a truth as it was for Kamaria to hear, I need to know that you heard and understood what I said. Whatever love Nate has for you and for our daughter, it is not strong enough to prevent the Voice from doing whatever she likes. Their minds and bodies are hers, and should she will it, he could kill you both in your beds." Pausing, she sighs softly. "He made his choice to ascend, and then again to become all the more firmly placed in the Voice's grasp. There is nothing anyone can do about that now, but Sunjata?"
Now her voice, while beautiful and soft, holds all the deadly gravity of a thousand cold starts. "Should you become blinded by your love for him, we will be having a very different conversation." With Kamaria in the picture, it will be his only warning.
Pulling her hands away, she folds them in her lap as her gaze drops to somewhere near his chest. Her jaw tenses just for a moment, creating a small ripple in the otherwise milk-white smoothness of her cheeks. "...as hard of a truth as it was for Kamaria to hear, I need to know that you heard and understood what I said. Whatever love Nate has for you and for our daughter, it is not strong enough to prevent the Voice from doing whatever she likes. Their minds and bodies are hers, and should she will it, he could kill you both in your beds." Pausing, she sighs softly. "He made his choice to ascend, and then again to become all the more firmly placed in the Voice's grasp. There is nothing anyone can do about that now, but Sunjata?"
Now her voice, while beautiful and soft, holds all the deadly gravity of a thousand cold starts. "Should you become blinded by your love for him, we will be having a very different conversation." With Kamaria in the picture, it will be his only warning.
