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Cwmfen acknowledged Cercelee with a slight, graceful bow and an amiable smile in her white eyes. The black fae trusted and respected the leader of her pack more so than any other member of the pack. But the smile of those eyes did not reflect upon the woad bound maw, for the matter at hand was nothing to smile about. One of the leaders of the pack had returned wounded, requiring the aid of the turquoise-eyed woman at his side. Lilith, she had said her name was. And she found the situation immediately peculiar, especially because of the way the chocolate Lilium seemed to revere this strange woman. It was not a characteristic she had known of the Lilium, but she would not doubt the possibility of its existence. And she did not know enough of the male’s history in order to make such a judgment. Perhaps this black fae was an acquaintance of the past. The woad marked warrior didn’t know. She knew only what she had seen in the last few moments, and that was not enough.
The black fae, while not necessarily expecting them, was not surprised by his declaration. And although the woman had once considered the girl a friend, there was not necessarily a remorse for the death that may have occurred. The girl had made it quite clear, childishly so, that there would be no tolerance within their relationship, and with the broken bond of that relationship of the warrior’s personal life, there was only the relationship of the warrior: Svara was an enemy, not welcome upon these lands. Nevertheless, Death could not be lightly handled—the warrior had recognized that much of this culture’s expectations. The white orbs flickered from Haku to the Rosea: what would it mean if he had killed Svara? But she was silent, expecting some sort of explanation as to why such a thing would have happened, and it was promptly given.
For a moment, the explanation, too, seemed strange—Svara had, after all, simply denied having ever known her. But Haku had been the wolf that had caused her expulsion (of course, more accurately, it had been Svara herself that had caused such a thing). There was a brief nod, curt and practically indiscernible. "She was foolish to do such a thing," the soft melody replied, implying that she had decided to believe the word of the Lilium. Foolish her actions may have been, but she believed also that the girl, if she still lived, and perhaps even if she had died, had served her punishment by the jaws of her believed-to-be victim. Briefly, the woman turned to the Rosea. "I had met her some time ago—there was a mild aggression that was displayed, and it’s probable that she would do such a thing to Haku," that soft melody explained, her words suddenly carrying a military air, as if reporting some fascinating information. The woman returned her gaze to the Lilium, only briefly glancing upon the silent fae, still wondering why she was still here.
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Cwmfen acknowledged Cercelee with a slight, graceful bow and an amiable smile in her white eyes. The black fae trusted and respected the leader of her pack more so than any other member of the pack. But the smile of those eyes did not reflect upon the woad bound maw, for the matter at hand was nothing to smile about. One of the leaders of the pack had returned wounded, requiring the aid of the turquoise-eyed woman at his side. Lilith, she had said her name was. And she found the situation immediately peculiar, especially because of the way the chocolate Lilium seemed to revere this strange woman. It was not a characteristic she had known of the Lilium, but she would not doubt the possibility of its existence. And she did not know enough of the male’s history in order to make such a judgment. Perhaps this black fae was an acquaintance of the past. The woad marked warrior didn’t know. She knew only what she had seen in the last few moments, and that was not enough.
The black fae, while not necessarily expecting them, was not surprised by his declaration. And although the woman had once considered the girl a friend, there was not necessarily a remorse for the death that may have occurred. The girl had made it quite clear, childishly so, that there would be no tolerance within their relationship, and with the broken bond of that relationship of the warrior’s personal life, there was only the relationship of the warrior: Svara was an enemy, not welcome upon these lands. Nevertheless, Death could not be lightly handled—the warrior had recognized that much of this culture’s expectations. The white orbs flickered from Haku to the Rosea: what would it mean if he had killed Svara? But she was silent, expecting some sort of explanation as to why such a thing would have happened, and it was promptly given.
For a moment, the explanation, too, seemed strange—Svara had, after all, simply denied having ever known her. But Haku had been the wolf that had caused her expulsion (of course, more accurately, it had been Svara herself that had caused such a thing). There was a brief nod, curt and practically indiscernible. "She was foolish to do such a thing," the soft melody replied, implying that she had decided to believe the word of the Lilium. Foolish her actions may have been, but she believed also that the girl, if she still lived, and perhaps even if she had died, had served her punishment by the jaws of her believed-to-be victim. Briefly, the woman turned to the Rosea. "I had met her some time ago—there was a mild aggression that was displayed, and it’s probable that she would do such a thing to Haku," that soft melody explained, her words suddenly carrying a military air, as if reporting some fascinating information. The woman returned her gaze to the Lilium, only briefly glancing upon the silent fae, still wondering why she was still here.