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The black fae gave the chocolate Lilium a wry smile. She knew all too well his anger and disgust with the workings of the child. She knew his words to be true as well, and they validated her suspicions. The warrior hated these things. Once, she had believed that the girl could learn, could be taught discipline and respect. To be taught to know her place and when she could and could not rise to accept a challenge. Certainly, when Svara had sought her, the female had seen such potential. She had given the girl the dagger, the other which she kept herself. But it had become clear that the girl was unstable, unable even to control he own temper. Unable to accept. This girl was one of many whom the warrior saw as too human. And if this were to be the future of the luperci, there would only be imbalance. And such imbalance lead only to destruction. The world had been lucky once. The humans had died and the earth was reclaiming what was once her own. But perhaps they would not be lucky. But it was not hopeless yet, the warrior constantly reminded herself. Such workings were slow and patient. There was still time for change.
Despite the Lilium’s disgust, he went to lift the bloodied child. It was instances such as this that won the warrior’s respect. It was a demonstration of control and diligence, and she had seen the Lilium fulfill his duties many times. Perhaps that was why she did not view him as the monster that others saw. The girl whimpered, begging for death. The warrior’s nose wrinkled in distaste before becoming smooth once more. “Not this way, Svara. You can’t admit defeat yet.” The warrior knew that the girl’s sight was gone. Perhaps her eyes were gone too, but for the mess she could not say, and the warrior was no medic. But youth was on the girl’s side. She could still learn to cope with it. On her travels, the woad woman had seen many blind creatures who miraculously fulfilled life’s needs independent of the aid of others. That was one thing about nature. If one thing failed, there was always something else to fall back on.
Her attention was averted from the child to the leader. The warrior frowned, something she did not do often, and nodded silently. “Yes, I may keep it for now,” the alto melody agreed at length. The white orbs considered her again. Knives and daggers were not toys. Such disrespect of the weapon was quite disappointing. She had thought better of her. But the warrior swallowed all the things she could say and simply cleaned the blade in the dead grass. “We should hurry,” she urged the male. “I’ll follow behind you,” and she gave a faint smile, silently indicating with her spoken words the wounds that slowed her movements. “If Svara will need a place to stay, you can take her to my den.”
The black fae gave the chocolate Lilium a wry smile. She knew all too well his anger and disgust with the workings of the child. She knew his words to be true as well, and they validated her suspicions. The warrior hated these things. Once, she had believed that the girl could learn, could be taught discipline and respect. To be taught to know her place and when she could and could not rise to accept a challenge. Certainly, when Svara had sought her, the female had seen such potential. She had given the girl the dagger, the other which she kept herself. But it had become clear that the girl was unstable, unable even to control he own temper. Unable to accept. This girl was one of many whom the warrior saw as too human. And if this were to be the future of the luperci, there would only be imbalance. And such imbalance lead only to destruction. The world had been lucky once. The humans had died and the earth was reclaiming what was once her own. But perhaps they would not be lucky. But it was not hopeless yet, the warrior constantly reminded herself. Such workings were slow and patient. There was still time for change.
Despite the Lilium’s disgust, he went to lift the bloodied child. It was instances such as this that won the warrior’s respect. It was a demonstration of control and diligence, and she had seen the Lilium fulfill his duties many times. Perhaps that was why she did not view him as the monster that others saw. The girl whimpered, begging for death. The warrior’s nose wrinkled in distaste before becoming smooth once more. “Not this way, Svara. You can’t admit defeat yet.” The warrior knew that the girl’s sight was gone. Perhaps her eyes were gone too, but for the mess she could not say, and the warrior was no medic. But youth was on the girl’s side. She could still learn to cope with it. On her travels, the woad woman had seen many blind creatures who miraculously fulfilled life’s needs independent of the aid of others. That was one thing about nature. If one thing failed, there was always something else to fall back on.
Her attention was averted from the child to the leader. The warrior frowned, something she did not do often, and nodded silently. “Yes, I may keep it for now,” the alto melody agreed at length. The white orbs considered her again. Knives and daggers were not toys. Such disrespect of the weapon was quite disappointing. She had thought better of her. But the warrior swallowed all the things she could say and simply cleaned the blade in the dead grass. “We should hurry,” she urged the male. “I’ll follow behind you,” and she gave a faint smile, silently indicating with her spoken words the wounds that slowed her movements. “If Svara will need a place to stay, you can take her to my den.”