[ the exact same objection, and yet the tone of it has changed color, gone from petty affront to the redhot twist of rage, slipped in so seamlessly it's a knife between the ribs. it sobers her considerably, her posture bouncing back like a whipcord as her shoulders square. she wasn't even there for it and the enmity bleeds in. ]
Thorne — the one with the mad queen? Sounds like she needs to get herself assassinated. [ would she be quieter about this germinating opinion were she less inebriated or in a different place than Nocwich, where anyone from any faction could overhear? unlikely. ]
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[ the exact same objection, and yet the tone of it has changed color, gone from petty affront to the redhot twist of rage, slipped in so seamlessly it's a knife between the ribs. it sobers her considerably, her posture bouncing back like a whipcord as her shoulders square. she wasn't even there for it and the enmity bleeds in. ]
Thorne — the one with the mad queen? Sounds like she needs to get herself assassinated. [ would she be quieter about this germinating opinion were she less inebriated or in a different place than Nocwich, where anyone from any faction could overhear? unlikely. ]