Her smile caught him unaware - It was a wicked thing, and now he felt the prominent heat of her power, curling out from the dark woman. Although he found her physically attractive - She would bear strong children, her strangeness held within it a certain lure not misused on the eyes of the King - this whisper of otherworldly presence about her, of mystery, made him far more nervous than he was aroused. Wariness and appeal conflicted, leaving him uncertain, a state which he found himself in rarely, if at all.
It was difficult, if not impossible, to make a grounded first impression of the woman. For a man who relied so heavily on his ability to read others, and manipulate them with the skill of a puppeteer, her shifting veneer of docility and power made her impossible to firmly place. This, in turn, made some of his power effectively useless against her.
Her words temporarily stole his breath away, and finally, all indecision fled. He knew what she was, now, and knew exactly where to put her within the massive storing facility of his mind. WITCH. I should have guessed. She smells of spirits, and of trouble. His brow fell heavily, casting stormclouds over eyes of tart green apple and acid. He knew that the other woman she spoke of was Eris, for she too had the power of the otherworldly, the one thing that Sirius truly feared. The logical man was truthfully extremely superstitious - It was within his logical-man nature to explain things, to know things. But some things could not be explained, and within these lay the cracks in his reason; He could not deny the presence of the other world, of spirits and deities, as much as he could declare the existence of the ground they walked on.
It occurred to him that he had better not insult her, for the witches his mind knew of were volatile, easily grudging creatures. It took him a quick moment to regather his aura of control - He was still dominant here, and if he thought that she had thought otherwise, perhaps he would have killed her. There was nothing worse than a disloyal witch. Instead, he grunted, a sound of sullen acceptance. He could no more reject her than she could him, unless she gave him reasonable ground to do so. To unduly scorn her beyond her lowered rank would be to invite her scorn, and thus the wrath of potential spirits.
The blue roan mare had turned her attention to the woman, now, and something in her cool gaze reminded the man again of Siv. Abruptly, he held the end of the leather thong tied around the mare's neck out to the tall woman. "In return for your skills, I give you this mare. Put her to good use. Laziness is not tolerable here." His usually succulent accent was clipped, and it seemed that he would not respond to her previous statement regarding her other capabilities. The pack had room for only one Crone - it was yet to be seen if Siv's otherworldly talents would be useful or not.
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