[ She does hate to be called that. Babe. Sweetheart. Honey. They all nettle her. She pushes the cold, simmering irritation for it down. ]
Few. Most take your stance.
[ And oh does she look down on them for it. There is power to be had, for a bit of openness, and if there is one thing Ilde values: it is power to wield. ]
I hope you will find that comforting.
[ She means that in the most backhanded way possible, her tone featherlight as she walks into her garden, her fingers reaching out to rustle the long grasses as she moves past them. ]
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Few. Most take your stance.
[ And oh does she look down on them for it. There is power to be had, for a bit of openness, and if there is one thing Ilde values: it is power to wield. ]
I hope you will find that comforting.
[ She means that in the most backhanded way possible, her tone featherlight as she walks into her garden, her fingers reaching out to rustle the long grasses as she moves past them. ]