Small error of judgment

*Zeitgeist* · 07-14-2019, 11:35 PM

His companion took off in search of a bird, and she no longer had any excuse to put off her offer. If he could have done that in the first place then why not simply send the bird hunting? Pride, she assumed. She shook off the thought. Sirius looked so sullen and depressed, and the little wolf struggled to keep her expression somewhat cheerful for his benefit. It wasn't until he began to speak of his status in Ashen that Zee realized the gravity of exactly what he was saying. This was difficult for him, that much was obvious. He truly struggled so hard with the words and Zee's smile slowly fell from her face as his gaze met hers.

Zee stepped towards him carefully as he slunk back down onto the ground, her upper body lowering in nearly the same way she bowed to the empress - only this time it was to bring herself to his level when she was to speak. "Sirius, she obviously sees something in you." She told him gently. "Our Empress treats you as a trusted friend and companion, not as her servant. There is this, this.. explosive strength inside of you. It cannot be contained or owned, and I guarantee that Deathbelle can see it as clearly as I can." Emotion welled within her as she spoke, and the small wolf tried desperately to reel it in as to not flood too heavily into her words. She wanted more then anything for him to see his worth and to stop thinking himself as a lesser being.

"If you could see yourself the way that I -" Zee cut herself off sharply, hastily recovering. "- The way that Deathbelle sees you. You'd know that you're more to her and to this pack then mere property. If you keep identifying yourself as owned, it will destroy what makes you great." Her head tilted as she spoke, looking into his piercing stare for any small expression of comprehension and understanding. With a heavy sigh her lecture was over, and she forced herself to give him a small sad smile. "Anyways, I uh, yeah. Let me just-" She moved away from his face to sit perpendicular to him, lowering her head to gently groom his shoulder up and up towards his spine. Her face was hot and flushed, feeling her embarrassment work it's way from her tight chest to spread along her entire body with unrelenting speed. "Oh please oh please let him forgive me."

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Small error of judgment

Zeitgeist