08-15-2021, 10:47 AM
mazikeen
Of course Malik is her friend, her son has more of the original Gale in him than the two parents that have been raising him. It doesn’t bother her, how friendly and kind he seems to be - how sometimes it catches her off guard and brings memories of sweeter days and a future she had once dreamed of. These things do not make her sad as they once did, they cannot. That emotion had been purged from her as well as a handful of other useless ones that had only caused her pain in the past. A past she no longer feels any connection to at all.
Once, she would have been delighted by Anath’s display and her face would have lit up at the mimicry of her horns. But then, the Mazikeen that would have reacted like that would have adopted this tri-coloured girl and raised her as her own.
Now she sees the horns of lights and feels a bitter hatred for this girl who is not Sickle. Who is not the daughter she would like to see crowned with horns that match her own. She barely pays attention to the attempt at turning invisible, thinking instead at how it is past time that she retrieves what belongs to her.
Anath’s question returns Mazikeen’s attention to the present and her red-orange eyes focus on the girl with an intensity. “No.” Mazikeen states simply, neither soft nor harsh - answering as though it is a fact, watching for how this syllable settles on the girl. Will she be hurt by it? Will she argue? The ability to wield light is certainly a useful trait, and she wonders why Gale has not taken a piece of this filly’s heart yet to take it for himself.
She doesn’t ask that, though. Instead, another cruel question comes out, carried on a cool voice. “Why should we change the rules of this kingdom for you?”
Once, she would have been delighted by Anath’s display and her face would have lit up at the mimicry of her horns. But then, the Mazikeen that would have reacted like that would have adopted this tri-coloured girl and raised her as her own.
Now she sees the horns of lights and feels a bitter hatred for this girl who is not Sickle. Who is not the daughter she would like to see crowned with horns that match her own. She barely pays attention to the attempt at turning invisible, thinking instead at how it is past time that she retrieves what belongs to her.
Anath’s question returns Mazikeen’s attention to the present and her red-orange eyes focus on the girl with an intensity. “No.” Mazikeen states simply, neither soft nor harsh - answering as though it is a fact, watching for how this syllable settles on the girl. Will she be hurt by it? Will she argue? The ability to wield light is certainly a useful trait, and she wonders why Gale has not taken a piece of this filly’s heart yet to take it for himself.
She doesn’t ask that, though. Instead, another cruel question comes out, carried on a cool voice. “Why should we change the rules of this kingdom for you?”
@Anath