Always asking why

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone No, he is very much alive, sends anger coursing through her body. Fuck, her hair could almost go up in flames she’s so immediately pissed off and disgusted with the man. It almost doesn’t matter how or why, but he hardly doubts it was an honest mistake. There were too many details, to much done in Safrin’s name to make it a ‘genuine mistake.’ “That fucking asshole… “ she ekes out from behind clenched jaws. All of a sudden so much makes sense. There is nothing like being deceived, like realizing a man is an utter snake to bring out the disdain of a woman. Artist indeed. Conartist. Aesthetic? Gutter rat. And what’s worse is that he pretends to be a good guy while doing it, putting on a show for anyone who might be watching. That is probably what grinds her gears the most. “I’ll -” she begins, and then reins it back in, leaving the rage to smolder and fester beneath those spark-colored locks. “No. I’ll kick his teeth in when I leave here. I came to find out about you, so -. ” She settles herself a bit and then leans into the Goddess’s star-decked gaze. “There is nothing like you where I come from. It’s all very… fascinating. What do you stand for? What do you ask of your followers?” Why you over someone else? she wants to ask, but has a feeling that would be… frowned upon.   merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye