Bonesplinter Ravine danka seido

she is stunned by the visual his words produce for her mind's eye. horrified, to be blunt about it. whereas her thoughts of him often formed the image of kynareth flinging a doe by the neck, or the boy from the pit, now she saw herself eviscerated; her still-beating heart crushed between teeth. his tone was sweet but the inner sight only turned satsu's stomach further.

the way his voice shifted to something deeper, darker, reminded satsu of when her brothers would be punished if they missed a lesson, or learned the wrong answer to a question. this was a lesson for her - of just the kind of person kynareth was. of what kind of person she had been born to be.

—should you not give others a chance?
you do not. she quipped back in haste, but lifted her chin slightly after, feeling a little more bold. if he cared so much for others, why did he leap at the chance to kill the innocent?

you said yourself, the boy had done no wrong. his only crime was wrong place wrong time, but i say there was more. the wrong alliegance. if he had been pledged as one of your followers you would not have taken his life. i did not make any assumptions; the fact was, he died for your pleasure.

for the lord, or for his mistress, there was no difference.

yes, i find murder offensive. it is offensive! it is barbaric. she cannot help the ruffle of anxiety and emotion trailing her neck, spiking the thin fur of her shoulders. but she quiets soon after, knowing her place.