[ Piper takes another breath as the emotions are blunted. It makes it easier to breathe, to think. She knows anger, but this isn't hers. The tenor and intensity of it is different, she can think of only a few times in her life when she was this angry, and all of them were when her life and the lives of people she loved were in danger.
Then Verim gives her a taste of the moment when Lady Fayura wove her web to bring them all here, and Piper's entire body tenses. She knows this feeling. It's just a few shades darker than how she'd felt when her father had been attacked in order to punish her, when an army of monsters had been unleashed by a giant to punish her for not betraying her friends to him. All she'd had was a knife, and the terror in her throat and the anger in her stomach. She feels as though she has to move, to do something--
She doesn't do any kind of job shielding the association from him too busy trying to ride the emotions that aren't hers even if she had the skill to try and keep it from him. ]
...so at 578, you were my age.
[ She holds on to that bizarre fact, trying to ground herself in who she is, in where she is. And it is a valuable fact. Only gods are that old in her world. And they were certainly held to no standard but their own. ]
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Then Verim gives her a taste of the moment when Lady Fayura wove her web to bring them all here, and Piper's entire body tenses. She knows this feeling. It's just a few shades darker than how she'd felt when her father had been attacked in order to punish her, when an army of monsters had been unleashed by a giant to punish her for not betraying her friends to him. All she'd had was a knife, and the terror in her throat and the anger in her stomach. She feels as though she has to move, to do something--
She doesn't do any kind of job shielding the association from him too busy trying to ride the emotions that aren't hers even if she had the skill to try and keep it from him. ]
...so at 578, you were my age.
[ She holds on to that bizarre fact, trying to ground herself in who she is, in where she is. And it is a valuable fact. Only gods are that old in her world. And they were certainly held to no standard but their own. ]