Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-28358106-20171016174238

(Scorn/S9) A look of relief washes over Aurum as the subject again turns to articles of interest.

"Yes, she is," Thomas sighs. "But she wouldn't be her if she wasn't. I love her for it, but it's sometimes like trying to reason with a forest fire, if you'll excuse the metaphor."

Outside, Tirush pauses when her friend catches up, giving the sword spirit a matter-of-fact look. "I know this, Ziï. Whether or not he accepts it does not matter.  There are unspoken words in his eyes, words he showed me, but did not say.  I will speak, then give him a chance to speak, and that will be the end.  He has no words that may harm me, though he is the kind to try."

With that, she turns and continues on, leaving Kittycut behind, eventually finding Armata in the small glade.

She says nothing at first, but instead, looks to a tall rock nearby and hops atop it, settling to a perch as she folds her wings in. Her tail swings like a pendulum behind her.

"You have many words inside you," she says, her voice clear, "But when they try to show themselves, you stop them instead. We are here, alone now," she gestures with a wing, unfurling it to its fullest extent for emphasis, "So you do not have to worry." She pulls her wing in and watches him from above.