03-28-2018, 01:10 PM
Hestia’s change in demeanor doesn’t escape Castile’s notice. Her response is chilled, boiling with haste and a dislike for the name Amazons. It had a different meaning once before, he concludes, but all he has ever known are the tales told by his mother. With a contemplative expression, he continues to look at her and listen to the way she spats on the reputation that the Jungle cultivated throughout the generations. Queens varied from having a festering hate of males to having a mutual respect.
Where was mother in the spectrum?
She loved father just as she loved her only son. Surely, she could not have hated stallions?
A brow lifts underneath his forelock while his weight easily enough shifts. Sand underfoot hisses at the weight distribution. ”Yet you remained?” For a heartbeat, Castile pauses to calculate everything. He almost hesitates to continue, but then she is asking for the workings of his mind and he doesn’t bother to ignore her request. ”You hated the reputation the Amazons eventually obtained – almighty females and males are scum – and you obviously still dislike the continuation of that mindset, so why did you stay in the Jungle?” Here, he does pause and shrug his shoulders curiously. ”And why did you come to Nerine knowing it has been ruled by women trying to uphold that generations-long reputation? Why not go to Tephra or something?”
The tone in his voice is level, not at all raised or guarded or rude. His curiosity is drilling deeper into his thoughts as he blinks and continues to watch her with his metallic eyes. ”Naga was the first Queen of Nerine and wanted it strictly women and my mother followed in step when she took the throne for herself, so why are you coming to Nerine to destroy its foundation when there were plenty other places with your preferred ideals?” In an indirect way, Hestia has insulted both his grandmother and great-grandmother (whom he knows only a name). Although he put a halt to their line of daughters, there is still a sense of pride that thrums in his veins with every heartbeat. This is what he knows, what he has grown up with.
And there, in the back of his mind, Castile cannot help but wonder how mother and Isobell would react if they were here with him.
Where was mother in the spectrum?
She loved father just as she loved her only son. Surely, she could not have hated stallions?
A brow lifts underneath his forelock while his weight easily enough shifts. Sand underfoot hisses at the weight distribution. ”Yet you remained?” For a heartbeat, Castile pauses to calculate everything. He almost hesitates to continue, but then she is asking for the workings of his mind and he doesn’t bother to ignore her request. ”You hated the reputation the Amazons eventually obtained – almighty females and males are scum – and you obviously still dislike the continuation of that mindset, so why did you stay in the Jungle?” Here, he does pause and shrug his shoulders curiously. ”And why did you come to Nerine knowing it has been ruled by women trying to uphold that generations-long reputation? Why not go to Tephra or something?”
The tone in his voice is level, not at all raised or guarded or rude. His curiosity is drilling deeper into his thoughts as he blinks and continues to watch her with his metallic eyes. ”Naga was the first Queen of Nerine and wanted it strictly women and my mother followed in step when she took the throne for herself, so why are you coming to Nerine to destroy its foundation when there were plenty other places with your preferred ideals?” In an indirect way, Hestia has insulted both his grandmother and great-grandmother (whom he knows only a name). Although he put a halt to their line of daughters, there is still a sense of pride that thrums in his veins with every heartbeat. This is what he knows, what he has grown up with.
And there, in the back of his mind, Castile cannot help but wonder how mother and Isobell would react if they were here with him.
Sorry for the wait! <3