"There is strength and beauty in them, yes, but it seems we were taught different things." She smiles softly and tilts her head a degree. "Oh?" It amazes her how every child has a different set of ideals given to them and seems to never outgrow them.
Leera listens to the larger women explain, warm magenta eyes trained silently in thought as she watches her face. She thinks about what has been said for a moment, dipping her chin ever so slightly. "My dear Circe, you are right -- there is power in taking. I cannot argue that." No, she can't. All she ever does is take for herself.
"There is also power in keeping what has been taken. Defending it from those who want it as well..." she continues, a flicker of something exciting in her eyes. A smirk settles onto her dark lips as she grows silent for a moment. "Do you think you have the guts to keep what you claim?"
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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