Black Morass her body

irene dipped her head slightly, her emerald eyes flickering toward Ione before darting away, careful not to hold the reverend mother’s gaze for too long. her posture was respectful but guarded, her words measured as she responded. to be called a child, she did not take lightly, surely they were closer in age? or was she that immature to not be taken seriously.

the morass... it has its way of testing anyone who steps into it, she said carefully, her tone quiet and neutral. i can’t say it’s been unkind, but it makes sure I don’t forget where i stand.

she paused, her ears flicking back briefly as she considered her next words. i'm learning its ways, she added, her voice steady but subdued. slowly.

her gaze returned briefly to Ione, watchful and cautious, before settling downward. she couldn’t quite discern the intent behind the reverend mother’s question and wasn’t sure yet what ione sought to see in her—or what her own answers might reveal.