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Fluid, effortless, the penetrating, knifelike strictness of her gaze settling upon each in turn, caustic and disapproving, disappointed and resolute, for juveniles and sucklings, unfledged and callow children shall be children, and it is not without a firm lashing of the tongue that they learn. One could tell a bairn to cease thought of touching the pyre, but until it finds a finger scorched, salt water trickling down their cheeks, they will not truly understand, nor learn what it means to be burnt, and why one should not endeavor into the actions. "You," the glass scythed is her first to speak to, glacial tones modulated, warmhearted, but taut. "What has this encroacher committed, what vile— event, that you would seek to flay her? Discipline yourself, my dear. You needn't have the scars of a soldier so soon." And then, to both the tail necked brother and the childe herself, she reaffirms. "Our law's dictate that a interloper, as such, must be escorted back to our borders if they have crossed them. To breach a herdland without invitation is a mighty dishonor, albeit it virtuous conquest in mind or no. What if this young lass had come with marring in mind? You would do well to defend our lands law next time such a event occurs, but you are forgiven for your lack of knowledge. There is no need for ill will between us. We are a family, might I remind you all."
With this, she glides her interest over to the gilded girl, the impassive, serene— yet detached, levelheaded stare never wavering. "Rostislav is kin of ours, indeed. If you would come with us to the borders, I would be pleased to discuss the matter further with you. You are fracturing a sacred decision among our land, even yet, as we stand. I am Circuta, Sleuth of the Falls, ranked beneath our Czarina, Seele the Necromancer." A relinquishing, dismissing glance is given towards the— ah, Artisans, was it not? "You may return to your duties. We will handle this from here."
Fatigued, the Nightingale allows a melodic, canorous sigh to twist from her alabaster lips, directing a final command to her friend, the Lightningborne. "Hush, Lieutenant. There is nothing for us to concern ourselves over here."
Cause she's a Cruel Mistress
And a bargain must be made
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