08-16-2021, 09:58 AM
mazikeen
A sliver of respect appears for Anath for not crying, for standing her ground. It is not enough, of course, but it is something (she doesn't know what she would do with a crying child now, except want to wring its neck to make it stop). Mazikeen sighs when the girl says she doesn’t know the rules - the ones that she is breaking by continuing to breathe inside of these borders. Warmth doesn’t soften her tone, though it does change to one that is more matter-of-fact than cold. “Hyaline is a kingdom of shifters. There are only two who live here without this power but they have…” Speaking of Ryatah and Selaphiel is more difficult than it had been once, without the full depth of affection she had once felt for them. Pieces of it remain, or maybe this horned mare just dislikes going back on her word enough she is content to ignore their presence here. Mazikeen’s frown deepens in thought for a moment before she continues “They’ve proven themselves to be special, worthy of the rules bending for them.”
There is a small pause where she considers the filly before continuing. “Malik should have told you this before he brought you home. That is why he hopes you will learn how to shift. So you can stay.” Mazikeen’s mind is already drifting to her son and king, intending to find them soon to discuss this decision further.
She had been annoyed when she first found out - she had also assumed she wouldn’t care and there had been no way to anticipate how much seeing this unknown orphan girl here would hurt.
It is not fair to take her pain out on the young thing, of course, but Mazikeen doesn’t care about whether things are fair anymore.
Her next words are her version of kindness, her orange gaze drifting to the mountains that ring her home. “The snow will come soon and make travelling dangerous so you have until Spring to either be able to shift or give me an answer to my question. To make me believe you are special.” And here those fire-bright eyes focus back on Anath. “And if you can’t, you will leave.”
There is a small pause where she considers the filly before continuing. “Malik should have told you this before he brought you home. That is why he hopes you will learn how to shift. So you can stay.” Mazikeen’s mind is already drifting to her son and king, intending to find them soon to discuss this decision further.
She had been annoyed when she first found out - she had also assumed she wouldn’t care and there had been no way to anticipate how much seeing this unknown orphan girl here would hurt.
It is not fair to take her pain out on the young thing, of course, but Mazikeen doesn’t care about whether things are fair anymore.
Her next words are her version of kindness, her orange gaze drifting to the mountains that ring her home. “The snow will come soon and make travelling dangerous so you have until Spring to either be able to shift or give me an answer to my question. To make me believe you are special.” And here those fire-bright eyes focus back on Anath. “And if you can’t, you will leave.”
@Anath