-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
She can’t say that she quite understands Gryffen’s desire for a child tribute (does he know those who dwell here better than she? Is there someone important hiding, someone she’s missing?) but she understands quite clearly what he’s toying at when those striking eyes hover slowly to meet hers. Blue and red lock for the breath of a moment.
Circinae’s grin has never been wider. “Ah hah .. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She baits cheekily, lips pulling back to blow him a kiss riddled with sharp teeth.
The moment passes, her face resumes its earlier complacency, and as Sylva’s King turns attention deftly to Amet, her eyes dart to Aditi. “Why does he bring her along, like some mute incubator?” She wonders, quick to adjust her focus away lest she be detected by the accused party. “Where has he left his favorite gray shadow?”
The mention of Loess snaps her out of deeper thoughts. His barb is meant to catch her eye; it does. From the corners of her vision, the world grows hazy. “A party?” She mumbles, breathing deeply to clear her airways of a sleep-like weight. “No wonder Crevan stayed.” The pony-mare chuckles. It’s her final comment, though. For now she simply blinks away the drowsiness and peers aside to where Amet stands poised and ready, ever the King he’s always been.
Circinae
