COME DOWN TO THE BLACK SEA SWIMMING WITH ME. GO DOWN WITH ME, FALL WITH ME. LET'S MAKE IT WORTH IT. There was a soft clang of footsteps as the red and gold colored woman moved through the crowds, though she did not look like the crow of fire and gold as she usually did. She was probably of the last to show up and Lav had good reason for it, she should have been resting given the blackness in her lungs and the fevered gaze in her eyes. But no..she was here to remind everyone and she meant everyone of her loyalty to Denocte. To her king. She listened to the scorned words, the anger of the citizens and she made a loud snort and laugh at them all. Her feverish gaze first landed on Rhoswen who had was already storming out of there like the bratty child she was acting. Then they landed on Acton. Her so called brother crow and she narrowed her piercing gaze on him for a moment before turning away from him as though he was nothing more than old news to her now. "As I recall..there are many here who are not innocent dear Acton. The next time they should open their mouths about it they'd do well to remember it and remember their loyalties." Her voice was cold if not a bit ragged, it was hard to breathe for the young girl. "Our King and his regime have ran countries far longer than any of us combined. If they are closing the gates there is a reason for it. Perhaps instead of pointing fingers and calling names we should simply ask for the why." Lavinia then turned towards Isorath and Aislinn, a softer look crossing her features for a simple moment of understanding. A crow she may be and her soul may be black as coal, but she knew the cost of what they were risking. They risked the love of their people to keep them safe, taking their hatred in stride and Lav would help carry that burden. Until the day she died. That was a promise she made years ago to Reichenbach and that promise still held true now. Have an ill and angry Lav! speech color! |
