Humans making things complicated is met with a firm nod and a briefly quirked eyebrow: sing it, sister.
"You know, I used to know exactly what to do with them." Nari says, miming a quick stabbing motion with a wry grin. It's followed by her pinching the bridge of her nose, "My erstwhile clansisters certainly hadn't forgotten." Although Sedi had only put two holes in him, and he was still alive. What restraint!
She rests her head on her arms to listen to Korrin talk about Araceli, her smile small and warm. The two women had been together like sea and sky ever since she'd known the mage, the warmth and affection between them hanging in the air like sunbeams filtering through branches, the lines of light near solid enough to reach out and touch.
She'd smiled to have been let to see it, but it had never once crossed her mind to want to be part of anything like that. She wouldn't have even known how to begin to want that. Hadn't known. But then in the dark and quiet and uncertainty of her fever vigil some foreign feathered thing had fluttered in her chest and had refused to stop the fragile beating of its wings until she'd loosed it with her fingers in his hair.
It occurs to her that Korrin has stopped talking and she's just staring into nothing, so she quirks an apologetic smile. "You're beautiful together, and the way it happened is... better than lightning, I think."
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"You know, I used to know exactly what to do with them." Nari says, miming a quick stabbing motion with a wry grin. It's followed by her pinching the bridge of her nose, "My erstwhile clansisters certainly hadn't forgotten." Although Sedi had only put two holes in him, and he was still alive. What restraint!
She rests her head on her arms to listen to Korrin talk about Araceli, her smile small and warm. The two women had been together like sea and sky ever since she'd known the mage, the warmth and affection between them hanging in the air like sunbeams filtering through branches, the lines of light near solid enough to reach out and touch.
She'd smiled to have been let to see it, but it had never once crossed her mind to want to be part of anything like that. She wouldn't have even known how to begin to want that. Hadn't known. But then in the dark and quiet and uncertainty of her fever vigil some foreign feathered thing had fluttered in her chest and had refused to stop the fragile beating of its wings until she'd loosed it with her fingers in his hair.
It occurs to her that Korrin has stopped talking and she's just staring into nothing, so she quirks an apologetic smile. "You're beautiful together, and the way it happened is... better than lightning, I think."