JUNIPER
you think i'm happy because i'm smiling,
but it's the easiest thing to do
Juniper's eyes widened; she was genuinely quite surprised by Azrael's reaction. She'd expected doubt, denial -- helpless sorrow, in a best-case scenario. The last thing she'd anticipated was for Azrael, or any Ascended, to reach out to their supposed enemies and ask how they could help.but it's the easiest thing to do
They were a child, and perhaps Juniper ought to have expected their child's understanding of the world, an understanding that did not take into account concepts like "hate" or "blood feud" or "retaliation." But she respected them all the more for their offer of assistance, however impractical. It meant something to Juniper that they wanted to help, that their first reaction was to offer aid. Ascended or not, Azrael was a good kid.
"I'm not sure if there is any way you can help," Juniper admitted. She could have asked Azrael to pressure Wessex for her, to promote her trial idea, she supposed -- but that seemed cruel and underhanded, to manipulate a child like that. Plus, she wasn't sure she wanted to introduce to Azrael the idea that members of their family might get hurt on the Fae's behalf, even if it was just. "We don't know yet if there's any way to bring the Mathair back."
That she could say, she felt, without making it clear that the Fae were trying to revive their goddess -- a fact she didn't really want making its way back to Wessex.
"I truly appreciate your offer, though," Juniper added, seriously, according Azrael the same respect she would have given an adult who sought to aid the Fae -- someone like Gideon. "If I do discover a way you can help, I would like to get in touch with you, if that's all right."
if you looked a little closer,
you'd find my eyes aren't smiling too.
you'd find my eyes aren't smiling too.
