The witch offered no response but a patient smile, though she seemed unwilling to share on the matter much further. As if prove this point she settled back, scooping up her cup and cradling it below her chin with both hands, lingering just on the cusp of taking a sip. Her attention slid briefly to Isuma in her basket, clicking her tongue affectionately at the gryphlet.
As the conversation's focus steered back toward the barrier, the patient smile lapsed into a neutral mask, easing the cup down into her lap. The tale made the hair along her nape prickle and stand on end, though she couldn't place the trigger. Eventually, she decided it was disgust. Her lip twitched, gaze narrowing somewhat, indicating she was not entirely impressed by the events of the barrier's fall. Still, if it had been her in that cage... Could she judge? The look of disdain softened back into a calm, if not a bit distant, stare directed toward the fireplace.
She follows the cloven guard, pacing the length of razorsharp bars, an animal caged. Arcane and alien, the words she speaks were never meant for human tongues, and barely rattle past parched lips. "Where is the witch?"
The warden does not look at her, so she repeats herself as her passenger rises, adding animal fury to words that once dripped like poison from her lips. "Where is my sister?"
The fire snaps and it almost reminds her of the crack of a whip. She knows what she'd do, or what she would have done. She turns the cup in her hand, studying the silver scars raised along her hands and forearms. One would be practically invisible. Regardless of cost or consequences.
"Maybe it's a punishment." her voice came somewhat distracted as she studied the scars a moment longer, looking up at him, her chin lifted. "I might not have come from inside the barrier at all, though it won't hurt to look. Surely you could just ask the gods what's going on. They seem... active in the community, from my understanding."
As the conversation's focus steered back toward the barrier, the patient smile lapsed into a neutral mask, easing the cup down into her lap. The tale made the hair along her nape prickle and stand on end, though she couldn't place the trigger. Eventually, she decided it was disgust. Her lip twitched, gaze narrowing somewhat, indicating she was not entirely impressed by the events of the barrier's fall. Still, if it had been her in that cage... Could she judge? The look of disdain softened back into a calm, if not a bit distant, stare directed toward the fireplace.
She follows the cloven guard, pacing the length of razorsharp bars, an animal caged. Arcane and alien, the words she speaks were never meant for human tongues, and barely rattle past parched lips. "Where is the witch?"
The warden does not look at her, so she repeats herself as her passenger rises, adding animal fury to words that once dripped like poison from her lips. "Where is my sister?"
The fire snaps and it almost reminds her of the crack of a whip. She knows what she'd do, or what she would have done. She turns the cup in her hand, studying the silver scars raised along her hands and forearms. One would be practically invisible. Regardless of cost or consequences.
"Maybe it's a punishment." her voice came somewhat distracted as she studied the scars a moment longer, looking up at him, her chin lifted. "I might not have come from inside the barrier at all, though it won't hurt to look. Surely you could just ask the gods what's going on. They seem... active in the community, from my understanding."
