Raza
Pursing her lips, Raza nods in acknowledgment. Aight, so they’re doin’ this. She raspberries through her lips, in a very free exhale-sigh combo. “Oh that thing. Right.” Well at least they don’t have to talk about Maeve - yet. Cause she has some thoughts about the Queen too (and god, she hates saying that title). Anyway - one topic at a time. “I think that’a all the heralds, Safrin is the most… manipulative. An look, I know you can handle yourself,” which is true, when it comes to mortals, “but as a friend who’s watched ya get yerself into an out of shit, she’s bigger ‘n anythin’ we’ve seen. So’s this fuckin’ war.” Kickin’ viciously at somethin’ scraggly yet tendrily, its just an added emphasis to her statement. “I don’t think it’s our fight. You know I ain’t dumb, but I wonder if it’s worth it. Right now. To call yerself hers.”
Not that there's any goin' back. They don't know about Sunjata yet, but she doubts someone like the star-goddess would give Jack up easily.
reppin' a district of obvious misfits
