I suck. Could wrap this up soon? ;-;
There was between them a small thread of trust being sewn. Isabella proved this by her words, which might have been blasphemous was she any other. Siv merely smiled to show she knew it was the truth. There was much that could be said for the needs of men, and it most certainly was true of their King. The peacock that strutted about his home was proof enough of that. Vanity was not something above men and Siv often found that they preened and strutted about with more flair then some women.
So smoothly, the subject quieted. It remained like a cobweb, clinging to them, uniting them. Having another ally (and specifically, another woman) stirred some deep desire for what the Hearg had once represented. She was content to let other topics come into play, and nodded slightly at the mention of her job. “I have been given that task, yes. Our leaders have mentioned wanting to gain another…are you after one yourself?” She asked, inclining her head to look at the deep chestnut colored woman. Siv towered over nearly every soul within Salsola, and enjoyed such a thing—it helped further stroke her own massive ego.
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