FROM THE GODS WHO SIT IN GRANDEURgrace is somehow violent--
She was unable to hide a hint of satisfaction that flickered to life in her gaze at his response to her query. Despite the affirmation, however, he had not quite given her the answer she was hoping for, so she ventured to press him further. How was she to convince him that Solterra would offer him what he sought if she didn’t know what it was? “I’m not sure that’s an answer,” Her voice was smooth, her tone not quite a question; she left it open, but prying, making no efforts to disguise her curiosity. At his next comment, Seraphina offered an amused – or bemused - snort, eyeing him. What man might resist her determination? Her response was dry. “You tell me.” As a man who was resisting her determination, clearly he was more qualified to answer that question than her. When he spoke again, she inclined her head, ears twitching forward. “Are you questioning the reasons for my persistence?” Seraphina wasn’t inclined to just offer her rationale up, particularly considering how foreign it remained to her, but she supposed that she might be more persuasive if she explained herself. (How would she explain it, though? Pragmatism? Curiosity? A bit of both? She wasn’t sure what that meant, either.)
She replied to what he said next almost immediately. “You have yet to tell me what you desire.” If she knew anything about diplomacy, and she was starting to, it was that, in order to make an effective proposal, one had to know what their opposition desired. He remained enigmatic, and, for all her perceptiveness, Seraphina couldn’t find it within herself to untangle what it was he desired from their (admittedly scarce) interactions. His words, then, caught her off guard, and, for fraction of a second, she did little more than stare at him. After her surprise faded, quickly shoved down below her persistent mask of apathy again, she managed, “That’s…” In the distance, she could still make out the low hum of music from the festival. A moment of consideration, quickly dismissed – she had been raised in the upper echelons of Solterran society, in a sense. Of course she knew how to dance, though it had been a while since she’d actually had a partner. If that was what it took to for him to consider her offer, so be it. “…an interesting proposal, though one might question the reason why it is your request.” With that, she took a step closer to him, just brushing against his side. The physical contact – so rare for the mare, outside of battle, as to be foreign – left her skin prickling, as though she had been burned. “Shall we?”
@Ammon - <3
I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORSand there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.☼please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence
