"As much as anyone else within the Inquisition. We have concerns, we take them to the Advisors." Or to the organization that speaks for them as the Council does for the mages. But this-
This is where the familiar script becomes unfamiliar. The anger is there, no doubt. The frustration, the pain. But instead of grumbling and ranting, black joking and needing to be reigned in with a touch and a word- Herian does so herself. Herians peaks of honor not as a guideline, but in the same way Adelaide speaks of precision.
Of discipline.
Not a rule, but a law. Not a cloak one puts upon their shoulders when it is needed to be set aside, but a thread woven into the very fiber of her being. Gently, Adelaide rests her hands upon Herian's, eyes dark, lips pressed thin. "As would be your right. I do not think it shall come to that but I have been wrong before."
She thought the storm would pass at the Spire. She'd hoped.
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This is where the familiar script becomes unfamiliar. The anger is there, no doubt. The frustration, the pain. But instead of grumbling and ranting, black joking and needing to be reigned in with a touch and a word- Herian does so herself. Herians peaks of honor not as a guideline, but in the same way Adelaide speaks of precision.
Of discipline.
Not a rule, but a law. Not a cloak one puts upon their shoulders when it is needed to be set aside, but a thread woven into the very fiber of her being. Gently, Adelaide rests her hands upon Herian's, eyes dark, lips pressed thin. "As would be your right. I do not think it shall come to that but I have been wrong before."
She thought the storm would pass at the Spire. She'd hoped.