VILLANELLE
"Hmmm," Villanelle hums out when he tells her she probably won't understand. Intelligent with her naive flaws on top of growing up the princess of a kingdom-destroyer, she does not take kindly to her mind being slighted. Dark, velvet lips press together in irritation. Her silver eyes flash up at him, hinting at the flint and steel her tongue wields.
In these moments, the iridescent woman wishes she could be more like her mother. So able to carry her dignity.
Nell only feels small, now. Defensive.
Morrowind mentions lessons and the tobiano mare barks out a laugh. Those silver eyes flick up to him again, this time holding something close to pity.
"There is no lesson to be taught," Nell states, teeth snapping down harshly at the end of the sentence. "Beqanna is senseless," this she adds bitterly, thinking that her father's violence and infidelity are not nearly the peak of their land's madness. "But if you're looking for a lesson, the Fae on the Mountain will happily teach you one."
@[morrowind]