THE JURY'S CORRUPT // open, capture + torture

[SOLVEIG]

This was no kit. In Solveig's mind, that much was assured. They weren't like Goldie- young, still innocent despite her age, who would likely be blubbering and crying in this sitauation, crying for her father. OF course she had no doubt GOldie was stronger than that, but she did not agree with Rochelle. Even now, watching the child curse and argue back with Caeser was enough to prove her point. "She's old enough to know her own mind. She's made that clear.:

No sooner had she spoke, however, did she watch as Pele ran for Caeser, attempting to headbutt him in the chest. With a flash of amusement gleaming over her eyes at the sight, Solveig would attempt to reach out for Pele's mind, to make her hallucinate (briefly) a bright flash of light, like the sun had shone into her eyes for several moments on end, dazzling her with dots of color and blinding her temporarily. It was not meant to down her, but rather to confuse her and make her stop in her tracks- though perhaps she did it just long enough after that Caeser might be headbutted in the chest.

Y'know, for good measure.

"If we asked, would you answer?" Solveig asked next, still having not moved from her spot at all, even as her gaze remained trained on the young Pele and her brief attempt of a mental attack.

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