"...this place only grows more pleasant with every passing moment."
Her mouth forms a tight line; she hadn't intended to snap that with quite so much vitriol, but recent experiences have left her emotionally vulnerable, not to mention in some physical pain, and her words are all she has left to fight with.
Straightening her shoulders, Narcissa forces herself to assume a pleasant expression, or at least one not quite so angry. There's no point yelling at the boy for passing on the information she'd asked him for.
"The colours are significant to the gods who chose us, I gather..." And she supposes that some ideal of working together is going to be the way to save this blighted city. She lifts her wrist to examine her bracelet more closely, not bothering to hide Freya's jewel from him. There's no magic to glamour it anyway, so there's no point at all in subterfuge. He'd find out anyway.
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Her mouth forms a tight line; she hadn't intended to snap that with quite so much vitriol, but recent experiences have left her emotionally vulnerable, not to mention in some physical pain, and her words are all she has left to fight with.
Straightening her shoulders, Narcissa forces herself to assume a pleasant expression, or at least one not quite so angry. There's no point yelling at the boy for passing on the information she'd asked him for.
"The colours are significant to the gods who chose us, I gather..." And she supposes that some ideal of working together is going to be the way to save this blighted city. She lifts her wrist to examine her bracelet more closely, not bothering to hide Freya's jewel from him. There's no magic to glamour it anyway, so there's no point at all in subterfuge. He'd find out anyway.
"I rather fancy staying alive, don't you?"