What have I done to you? Tell me this now, as I am losing my patience, (voryn demands in a sudden display of anger. red eyes, however, though alight with it, demonstrate the control he has over it. they burn in his skull as he refuses to blink and sacrifice dominance after the forehoof encounters the chaise and dislodges it from its place in the forum.
his voice holds power and authority, but there is no power and authority that could sway her. it's employed for another reason, which is to draw attention to the argument without flagging for a springstar guard.)
What have I done to you but match your challenging nature with my own? I defend myself now in the aftermath of this decision. I looked your way when you answered me, half-woman, and suggested then that we do not speak. (no longer sitting for it is now too dangerous to do so, voryn measures a foot shorter than hayame's seven feet. he holds his head high and his shoulders back, unafraid. this is the war general in him, trained and ready to come to blowsβwith or without his magic.)
But then I called you "foreigner" and "slave" because I glimpsed what you once were in your stare. Our worlds are gone, (he continues. his arm is flung out with the flourish of the rich sleeve of his embroidered robe, showing her the sky as if that's where nirn and earth be if they were still whole.) Yet you still see me as a master when I am not yours. You must ask yourself why this is, as your mind and its bitterness is no one's responsibility but your own.
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his voice holds power and authority, but there is no power and authority that could sway her. it's employed for another reason, which is to draw attention to the argument without flagging for a springstar guard.)
What have I done to you but match your challenging nature with my own? I defend myself now in the aftermath of this decision. I looked your way when you answered me, half-woman, and suggested then that we do not speak. (no longer sitting for it is now too dangerous to do so, voryn measures a foot shorter than hayame's seven feet. he holds his head high and his shoulders back, unafraid. this is the war general in him, trained and ready to come to blowsβwith or without his magic.)
But then I called you "foreigner" and "slave" because I glimpsed what you once were in your stare. Our worlds are gone, (he continues. his arm is flung out with the flourish of the rich sleeve of his embroidered robe, showing her the sky as if that's where nirn and earth be if they were still whole.) Yet you still see me as a master when I am not yours. You must ask yourself why this is, as your mind and its bitterness is no one's responsibility but your own.