Jenai stood with her hands clasped together behind her back, the thousand mile stare mastered with lilac eyes, out her office window within the City. The streets bustled with fall fashioned bodies, less than summer but seemingly a brisker pace. Here and there a face broke her stare, a face she could call friend, or friendly at least.
For the most part, she was deep within her own mind and ignored all else.
"She's been compromised."
Gria sat in a chair in the corner, tucked away in the shadow the afternoon sun gave her from the window. She'd been watching her Commander, quietly, waiting. Ravenlock, while not in her usual Uniform, still stood dressed in crisp blood red and gold, but a special loose fitting coat had been fashioned to give the formal appearance the commander expected.
"Maybe once, but now?"
"She always has been. Always will be. I ignored it so many times, wishing I could over look it all for the sake of friendship."
"I am not sure how that effects us. Well 'that' thing."
"Weakness. As much as I wish it wasn't so."
"She is seeking help."
"So?"
Gria had was not sure how to follow that but in anything but silence.
"She doesn't go to her Goddess? She doesn't go to her sisters? Friends?" Jenai was genuinely curious.
"She did go to friends." Gria reminded her.
Jenai made a small noise of agreement.
"One."
"One friend. Maybe she didn't want to hurt anyone and thought it safer."
"Perhaps. I am just shocked her Goddess let this happen."
"Maybe it is as you said..."
"Maybe... but I think she's wrong, again. She said it was nothing to worry about and look how that bit her in the butt."
"She may have thought the woman was harmless now."
Jenai chuckled lightly and turned slowly walking to her desk and said, "Well, we know that is never the case. She was blinded, therefor compromised. And How it effects us is... "
Jenai sat in her chair as Gria stood, crossing through the shaft of sunlight to the heavy mahogany desk.
"She could turn on us." were the last words spoken in the office that day as Jenai drew not one, but two, crimson lines in a heavily scripted letter.
For the most part, she was deep within her own mind and ignored all else.
"She's been compromised."
Gria sat in a chair in the corner, tucked away in the shadow the afternoon sun gave her from the window. She'd been watching her Commander, quietly, waiting. Ravenlock, while not in her usual Uniform, still stood dressed in crisp blood red and gold, but a special loose fitting coat had been fashioned to give the formal appearance the commander expected.
"Maybe once, but now?"
"She always has been. Always will be. I ignored it so many times, wishing I could over look it all for the sake of friendship."
"I am not sure how that effects us. Well 'that' thing."
"Weakness. As much as I wish it wasn't so."
"She is seeking help."
"So?"
Gria had was not sure how to follow that but in anything but silence.
"She doesn't go to her Goddess? She doesn't go to her sisters? Friends?" Jenai was genuinely curious.
"She did go to friends." Gria reminded her.
Jenai made a small noise of agreement.
"One."
"One friend. Maybe she didn't want to hurt anyone and thought it safer."
"Perhaps. I am just shocked her Goddess let this happen."
"Maybe it is as you said..."
"Maybe... but I think she's wrong, again. She said it was nothing to worry about and look how that bit her in the butt."
"She may have thought the woman was harmless now."
Jenai chuckled lightly and turned slowly walking to her desk and said, "Well, we know that is never the case. She was blinded, therefor compromised. And How it effects us is... "
Jenai sat in her chair as Gria stood, crossing through the shaft of sunlight to the heavy mahogany desk.
"She could turn on us." were the last words spoken in the office that day as Jenai drew not one, but two, crimson lines in a heavily scripted letter.