[Magnai stares down his nose at her. To what purpose she was brought before him has not been made clear to him, and her silence does little but annoy him.]
Make your purpose clear. 'Tis not for merely anyone that the Sun shares his light. Should you try my patience, you will be left in the shadows.
[He knows he's hot girl, but come on, he may be the sun, but he ain't got all day.]
Um, I-- [ her voice is soft, but then confidence enters it for a moment - even if she still averts her gaze. ] I was told you were some form of leader, Ser.
I've never seen another like I-- [ she whispers, her voice cutting out. ]
[Magnai's eyes narrow as she speaks, finding his patience wearing rather thin. Perhaps he would appraise her for the possibility of being his Nhaama, but a woman so ignorant of their culture could never be that.]
Did you take not notice of your surroundings, child? You are in the heart of the Oronir, nay, the Xaela, yet you speak of seeing not those of your own.
[He scoffs, waving her away.]
Leave me, ere you force my hand. A mercy unworthy for one such as you.
[ A hiss is a hiss, and while there may be those inclined to do so within the Steppe, it's certainly not something he'd place on a specific race. A strange reaction to be sure, but he knows little and less of miqo'te, anyroad.]
An inquiry does not always deign answering. Those that exist beneath the Sun should know better than to make requests they have not rightfully earned.
[He stands from his throne, resting his hand on the handle of the axe that's besides him.]
Were you forced here against your will? Was it not of your own volition you sought me out—rather the will of some unseen entity? Foolishness.
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Wow tmw you notice a typo, thats what I get for watching panty and stocking while tagging
Make your purpose clear. 'Tis not for merely anyone that the Sun shares his light. Should you try my patience, you will be left in the shadows.
[He knows he's hot girl, but come on, he may be the sun, but he ain't got all day.]
dw im v. distracted by fic writing, so o7
I've never seen another like I-- [ she whispers, her voice cutting out. ]
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Did you take not notice of your surroundings, child? You are in the heart of the Oronir, nay, the Xaela, yet you speak of seeing not those of your own.
[He scoffs, waving her away.]
Leave me, ere you force my hand. A mercy unworthy for one such as you.
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Is it not more worthy to ask one who leads about their people? It was not my fault that I arrived and seeked the one I'd think best to question.
[ ...It is totally your fault. ]
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An inquiry does not always deign answering. Those that exist beneath the Sun should know better than to make requests they have not rightfully earned.
[He stands from his throne, resting his hand on the handle of the axe that's besides him.]
Were you forced here against your will? Was it not of your own volition you sought me out—rather the will of some unseen entity? Foolishness.