It was not that men were entirely without use, and Siv had seen many that deserved the positions they had earned. The Hearg was not a place where praise was given easily, and indeed, some superstitious lot still thought that such open praise was bad luck and offended the gods. Her world had been much different than that of this long-haired woman, and had fashioned her into a creature that needed not only to rise above all others mentally, but physically as well.
“The world is very large,” she said gently. “One must do what it takes to live, and live well.” It would not be enough to scrape out living under a rock, or begging for scraps. Vines like themselves could weed up through the healthy plant though, and strangle it. At least, Siv could—she was above nothing and lived without compromise.
So when it came to talk of Sirius, she remained unmoved. “They would see him as all see him,” Siv breathed softly, her words carefully toned and chosen. “He is a man that commands power; he was blessed with a silver tongue and a steel heart.” She watched the other woman curiously, unsure of her relationship to the King. Perhaps it was more than Siv suspected. Perhaps less.
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