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Zafina · (This post was last modified: January 07, 2019, 10:49 AM by Zafina.)

Definitely appreciated, those words <3

Imprisoned, banished, into a nexus of my own design...
Now Time mocks me, and my sentence is Gravity.

Zafina almost transcended into her company’s body as she too felt the mood twist and shift. The rolls of strength melted away, slipping like harsh cotton from bare shoulders as this woman was forced to endulge the question. Inside, Zafina smiled - they were finally getting somewhere. Yet, neither of them moved.

The Goddess listened, fully absorbing the message she could only assume from the little nibble she was given. Of course this would prompt her to ask more questions, but she had done quite enough of asking things. She was a Divine; she gave orders, leaving no room for errors. This woman before her was a mortal...what did she have to offer her but supplication to such demands? However in this instance, Zafina couldn'tchoose whether to remain her proud self, and represent the regal Celestial she was, or to garner trust from this woman with a chameleon’s charm.

The words were hollow internally, but the surface had meaning. How much was up to the fae before her. “That is unfortunate.“ The Goddess watched her with some hidden intent behind those jarring jewels. “It is wiser to know who is at your door than not; you never know who or what might greet you.“

It was a word of the wise to the ears of the deaf, as Zafina allowed bitter pessimism to run through her - surely this girl wouldn’t oblige the warning. Unless this scenario was completely out of her hands. The Witch couldn’t help but tenaciously rove her stare over this femalia, her mind searching for the truth amongst the foggy world of absent details and assumptions. The body was a meek thing, held almost as though she expected the Lord of Dread himself to throw free from one of the cairns around them. She seemed skittish, and while these were typical steadfasts of abused persons, Zafina associated this persona with servitude. Was she the servant of another? And how did they acquire a servant while she roamed, unattended?

So many questions blended into a single one, but the Witch would gone onto it. She would ask at a later time, once her temper and indignation settled a bit, if she ever got such an opportunity.

But every sky will build my throne.