Wish My Life Away // Rosemary

[SOLVEIG]

Perhaps it was odd that Solveig garnered more respect to people than perhaps most did, addressing them by title, whatever title they might have had, or at least that Solevig had knowledge of. Solveig's ears flicked at the correction to the title in any case, her head slowly dipping in acknowledgment to the fact, though she did not physically reply to such. Rosemary then. That was fine enough with her. As it were, the ice between them only grew more frosty.

At the growl from Rosemary, however, her head lifted a little higher to regard the woman, her jaw tensing faintly at the scolding that soon followed. Of course she hadn't consented to a mind-link; Solveig wasn't even given a chance to explain the use of telepathy, and quite frankly, speaking the matter wasn't worth the pain of it all. That being said, her gaze dropped as Rosemary's claws poked out from her paws, inhaling slowly before she let the breath out quietly, steeling herself while she lay there still, her paws still daintily crossed over one another. Solveig pushed her mind far away, staring blankly ahead as the answer came in that hoarse voice of hers, barely managing above a whisper, almost automatic and monotone. "Yes, Rosemary."

Was this satisfying to the other woman? To have some level of power over her? To try and berate her all over her telepathy? While Solveig retracted her attempts of telepathy on the woman at her continued insistence of such, her mind now completely retreating, the threat that followed made Solveig's head tip softly to one side. Her violet eyes briefly shone, and the snowshoe slowly rose to her paws as she regarded Rosemary idly. "Captain Pincher would not approve," the answer followed, the attempt to raise her voice higher met with another faint grimace of pain to flicker across the shine of her eyes.

Of course, were it that Solveig tried much harder, she had little doubt that she could eventually breach Rosemary's mental defenses- of course at some likely expesne of energy and mental strain to herself- but threats like this? It was unamusing, and frankly brought back memories of similar words spoken to her that she did not want to remember. "You have your... wish," she answered, though her tail faintly lashed at the injustice, though Solveig would not be the one today to start this fight, as much as she so wished it. "A fight is pointless... You hurt me already," she pointed out idly, faintly clearing her throat at the end of her words as the smile briefly flickered a little higher on her face as she dipped her head.

Let her be the diplomat. She knew when to back down.

"I will forgo the gift of the Goddess for you. Is there anything else?"

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