Iwannabeyours
Crusader Lord
Neziul
BaconATTN:@AzureKnight
As she left the meeting hall for the library, Scarlett shut out the world around her - doing so helped her to dull the pain of the Maiden’s intrusive conversation. As such, the rebuttals of Ruecian and Rozemyne went ignored in the absolute -- not that she would have cared, regardless. They were willing to deny the march of progress - impede upon the empirical path of growth by way of practical experience, and make excuses as to why.
Though, their words were like failed experiments; meaningless, pointless, unable to teach her anything she did not already gleam from her observations. They were strong, and they believed themselves in the right - such was the power gifted to the strong by themselves, for the weak could not defy them. Evelyn was weak, and thus, she cowed before her assigned betters; those said stronger than her, and holding that strength above her like a weighted sword - ready to drop and cut her in twain should she speak up or act out in defiance.
In a way, Scarlett respected the cold display of the bestial hierarchy that Humans had upheld and evolved since their long-lost days as Primates; it was tried, true, and hard to defy - both in nature and word.
Alphas led.
However, the scientist half of her psyche raged, and despised them for it. After all, it was Evelyn’s born right to suffer the potential slings and arrows of enthusiastic miscalculation, and if she should weather the storm and emerge - unbroken, or not - it would be for her betterment.
This held true, even for Scarlett, in this moment, as she attempted to pull her face out of the deep-set grimace that marred her passably beautiful countenance more so than her scar.
Poser. Playboy. "Pervert..." Scarlett muttered, as she mustered the will to look up at Kiff. "I’m looking for information on the Makara species," she says, finally looking up, "For the moment, general information will have to do. I’m entirely unsure if I’ll be allowed to set off, after telling off that self-important, blue snake and haughty, black witch in front of everyone."
Neither part of Scarlett’s fractured mentality regretted standing up for Evelyn in her own, flawed, but well-meaning way.
Hell, depending on his relationships with Ruecian and Rozemyne, Kiff might find humour in the horror of it.
As she left the meeting hall for the library, Scarlett shut out the world around her - doing so helped her to dull the pain of the Maiden’s intrusive conversation. As such, the rebuttals of Ruecian and Rozemyne went ignored in the absolute -- not that she would have cared, regardless. They were willing to deny the march of progress - impede upon the empirical path of growth by way of practical experience, and make excuses as to why.
Though, their words were like failed experiments; meaningless, pointless, unable to teach her anything she did not already gleam from her observations. They were strong, and they believed themselves in the right - such was the power gifted to the strong by themselves, for the weak could not defy them. Evelyn was weak, and thus, she cowed before her assigned betters; those said stronger than her, and holding that strength above her like a weighted sword - ready to drop and cut her in twain should she speak up or act out in defiance.
In a way, Scarlett respected the cold display of the bestial hierarchy that Humans had upheld and evolved since their long-lost days as Primates; it was tried, true, and hard to defy - both in nature and word.
Alphas led.
Betas followed.
Simple-as.
However, the scientist half of her psyche raged, and despised them for it. After all, it was Evelyn’s born right to suffer the potential slings and arrows of enthusiastic miscalculation, and if she should weather the storm and emerge - unbroken, or not - it would be for her betterment.
This held true, even for Scarlett, in this moment, as she attempted to pull her face out of the deep-set grimace that marred her passably beautiful countenance more so than her scar.
Poser. Playboy. "Pervert..." Scarlett muttered, as she mustered the will to look up at Kiff. "I’m looking for information on the Makara species," she says, finally looking up, "For the moment, general information will have to do. I’m entirely unsure if I’ll be allowed to set off, after telling off that self-important, blue snake and haughty, black witch in front of everyone."
Neither part of Scarlett’s fractured mentality regretted standing up for Evelyn in her own, flawed, but well-meaning way.
Hell, depending on his relationships with Ruecian and Rozemyne, Kiff might find humour in the horror of it.
