With stones to weigh my pockets down [Gryffen]

[Circinae]

oh, my love, don't forsake me. take what the water gave me ..

Circinae will die before she admits that Gryffen and his cronies shake her.

Yet, they do. 

Now, I know you must be thinking it unlikely; Gryffen had neither caused her harm, nor promised to harm her, but all the same she can’t help but be unnerved. What may shock you more is the reasoning behind the tremble in every footfall. She’s not afraid of them (very far from it) nor does she hate them - it’s their own irrational need for flamboyance that irks her, that and Gryffen’s final phrase to her retreating form; “Show me I can trust you.”

“Trust,” She spits, shifting upwards into her natural equine shape once more. “I doubt he can even trust those he’s brung along and he wants to talk to me about trust.” The pony-mare mutters darkly. It was always a game with the others; she’d watched her brother Wyrm participate many a time and heard of the importance behind every move plenty from her father. Thus far the little Taigan has done her part to remain very clear of anything remotely close to personal gain or its cousin: the downfall of her enemies.

But, it would seem that she could not avoid the inevitable. From behind comes the steady, rhythmic tones of another approaching - it’s Gryffen, already his smell permeates her nostrils and solidifies his presence without the need for her to even turn her head. She slows, though, eventually coming to a quiet halt before gathering herself to face him once more. “Come to put me in my place?” She questions, hardened eyes blazing with azure fire, “Or did something I say actually happen to stick?”

Circinae