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In the morning, Isabella does her best to extricate herself without prematurely waking Adarin. They don't need to leave on anything like a tight schedule.
She's not nearly graceful enough to reliably manage this, of course.
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headunbowed
Zeviana gets off the cloudpine. She heads towards Enathira. There is nothing friendly about her stance. Nothing at all. She is in business mode, and her brother's the merciful one.
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"You want to land or stay up here?"
Enathira, for her part, was just passing by on some errand, and she speeds up when she spots Zeviana, for all the good that will do.
Enathira, for her part, was just passing by on some errand, and she speeds up when she spots Zeviana, for all the good that will do.
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She laughs, soft, quiet. Speeding up will not help. A matched pace is easy enough to do.
prodigal_miser
"... Land, I don't want her to go too far," Adarin manages after a pause.
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Isabella alights across the street from Enathira.
Enathira breaks into a run.
Enathira breaks into a run.
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Zeviana rolls her eyes. Running's also pretty easy to do.
Except she's better at it. Catching up to her is simple, and then she just tackles her to the ground, rather than trying something fancy or delicate. Zeviana is neither fancy, nor delicate.
"Hi," she says.
Except she's better at it. Catching up to her is simple, and then she just tackles her to the ground, rather than trying something fancy or delicate. Zeviana is neither fancy, nor delicate.
"Hi," she says.
prodigal_miser
Adarin is off of the cloudpine reasonably quickly, and winces at the tackle. He picks his way closer, a slightly pained expression on his face. He does not want to go closer to Enathira.
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Isabella follows him, hand on his elbow.
Enathira makes a wretched and non-verbal noise.
Enathira makes a wretched and non-verbal noise.
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"Oh fucking put a cork in it," growls Zeviana. "I'm not going to kill you, though you certainly deserve it you pathetic, worthless cunt. Dearest brother would be mad at me."
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"- Nope. Nope, Adarin, not listening to you. Shoo. Sister business."
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Enathira does not successfully put a cork in it. She whimpers.
Isabella supervises, still keeping a steadying hand on Adarin's arm.
Isabella supervises, still keeping a steadying hand on Adarin's arm.
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"Now. I have no idea what your name is, and frankly I don't give a damn. Allow me to tell you about my brother. He's a huge, huge stickler for rules, likes to play fair. Likes to be honorable and all of that other shit. Thus, why you're alive, but that's not my point."
She leans in close. "You see, we know each other really, really well. Sometimes, when we were little, we played a game together, rating things on a scale of one to ten... He'd always, always stay in between those two numbers. Because he doesn't like exaggerating. Because he hates biased statements, because he doesn't like to make scales that would then be broken. He is not that kind of fucking person."
"So you fucking understand me when I say he rated what you did a twelve. Fucking twelve. That is not torture levels. Trust me, I know my fucking torture, and he went past it. That is fucking worse than death levels. Do you get that, you stupid bitch?"
She leans in close. "You see, we know each other really, really well. Sometimes, when we were little, we played a game together, rating things on a scale of one to ten... He'd always, always stay in between those two numbers. Because he doesn't like exaggerating. Because he hates biased statements, because he doesn't like to make scales that would then be broken. He is not that kind of fucking person."
"So you fucking understand me when I say he rated what you did a twelve. Fucking twelve. That is not torture levels. Trust me, I know my fucking torture, and he went past it. That is fucking worse than death levels. Do you get that, you stupid bitch?"
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Enathira continues in the vein of "unable to produce language when threatened".
kindestgarden
Ranata is hanging back too far to hear this conversation but she is kind of alarmed anyway.
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"No? Okay. Fine. Whatever, I'm not really big on monologues anyway, but I feel like I should give it a fucking shot. Because hey, why not, right?" She laughs, softly.
"What I am good at are threats, because I back them up like nobody's fucking business. Touch my brother again, go near him again, hell - even fucking look at him, and I will do things so terrible to you that people don't even have names for them. I will take you far, far away, and no one will hear you as you scream and beg for fucking mercy that I won't ever give."
"Squeak once if you understand. Twice if you need me to go over anything."
"What I am good at are threats, because I back them up like nobody's fucking business. Touch my brother again, go near him again, hell - even fucking look at him, and I will do things so terrible to you that people don't even have names for them. I will take you far, far away, and no one will hear you as you scream and beg for fucking mercy that I won't ever give."
"Squeak once if you understand. Twice if you need me to go over anything."
Squeak.
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"Damn right."
She gets off of Enathira, and calmly walks towards Isabella and Adarin.
"See, look. Didn't even punch her," she says darkly.
She gets off of Enathira, and calmly walks towards Isabella and Adarin.
"See, look. Didn't even punch her," she says darkly.
Enathira scrambles to her feet and bolts.
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Zeviana walks back to Ranata, and explains, "That was the person who did the funky soul animal touching. Thank you for putting me down."