07-14-2018, 05:08 PM
It was not a lack of respect on Solveig's part for her magic. No, she respected it more than anything. Perhaps to some it was a tool, an object, but for Solveig, it was a part of her. It gave her power, it gave her control over her life- perhaps this is was Rose saw in her and her Magic, but it was far more than that. Almost unexplainable for Solveig to explain the depth of her magic and its impact. She had more than Telepathy, not that she would care to tell Rose that. But the difference between Rosemary's coven, and Solveig's own (though perhaps 'cult' was more fitting for hers), was a wide divide of differences. Perhaps they shared the same respects and beliefs, though had grown differently in that matter.
At the very least, Rosemary had made it very clear how she felt about Solveig and her Magic. Despite how it hurt her to speak, it seems that Solveig was obligated to respect that given that Rosemary would not do the same for her. Speaking of Rosemary, it was not long before the sound of footsteps sent her gaze drifting upwards to see who was approaching. By instinct alone,her mind reached out to link with the person in front of her; but just as quickly a chill ran down her spine at the lack of her ability to. A moment later, the reason unearthed itself as Rosemary stepped up in front of her and just as quickly began questioning her.
Solveig slowly bowed her head in a measure of respect before the snowshoe's head lifted again for her violet gaze to find Rosemary's own, her jaw faintly working as she faintly cleared her throat, as if that would help her voice in any measure. "No, ma'am," the answer came, her voice hoarse and whispery, making Solveig faintly grimace, a simple shift in her jaw as she quickly masked it. "...The salt has not been good for my paws," she continued, her irritation and uneasiness growing the more she desperately tried to breech Rosemary's mind, to gain some control back in this situation, even if her gaze was otherwise calm.
Solveig swallowed, setting the stalk of aloe down in front of her as her paws crossed over each other. "May I help you with something, ma'am?"
[align=center]TagsAt the very least, Rosemary had made it very clear how she felt about Solveig and her Magic. Despite how it hurt her to speak, it seems that Solveig was obligated to respect that given that Rosemary would not do the same for her. Speaking of Rosemary, it was not long before the sound of footsteps sent her gaze drifting upwards to see who was approaching. By instinct alone,her mind reached out to link with the person in front of her; but just as quickly a chill ran down her spine at the lack of her ability to. A moment later, the reason unearthed itself as Rosemary stepped up in front of her and just as quickly began questioning her.
Solveig slowly bowed her head in a measure of respect before the snowshoe's head lifted again for her violet gaze to find Rosemary's own, her jaw faintly working as she faintly cleared her throat, as if that would help her voice in any measure. "No, ma'am," the answer came, her voice hoarse and whispery, making Solveig faintly grimace, a simple shift in her jaw as she quickly masked it. "...The salt has not been good for my paws," she continued, her irritation and uneasiness growing the more she desperately tried to breech Rosemary's mind, to gain some control back in this situation, even if her gaze was otherwise calm.
Solveig swallowed, setting the stalk of aloe down in front of her as her paws crossed over each other. "May I help you with something, ma'am?"
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HER BEAUTY RAGED WITH A FIRE
[color=#BCA7BC]THAT NOT EVEN THE [color=#FFFFFF]DEMONS WOULD DARE TO TOUCH
HER BEAUTY RAGED WITH A FIRE
[color=#BCA7BC]THAT NOT EVEN THE [color=#FFFFFF]DEMONS WOULD DARE TO TOUCH