Permafrost Hollows kementári

SAME

'...You'd have been dealt with'

The words bore no animosity. Something...lighter stirred beneath his numbing tone-- but it didn't quite cross the line of humor.  At this, Siofra raised her brow, a grin threatening to stretch across her features. No response was given other than a quiet look of amusement...perhaps it lasted a touch longer than she intended. He did not follow her footsteps, no, but that piercing gaze remained... and the siren allowed the attention to fall upon her in all of its haunting pressure.

Although her thoughts rested with the man, her body continued to stir, and her mind no longer reigned over it. The rising moon had placed a force upon her feet that had grown too heavy to withstand. Slowly, she allowed a portion of her exhaustion to guide her haunches to the frigid floor. A light exhale sounded from parted lips, her shoulders pressed against the damp wall. And yet, despite the fatigue, her curiosity stood unwavering, further fueled by a pause within his speech.

An admission...but not one cloaked in weakness. No part of him outwardly spoke of softness.  Siofra tipped her head to back to fall upon the stone, tresses of umber cascading over her shoulders. A moment of thought briefly trapped her.

...Fuissetis potentes in regno meo.

"...You say you've been called many things," she echoed softly from her position. "But what is your true title?" Who are you really?