"Interesting," is all he utters, his voice bouncing around the room for a while. It feels like a jail cell to him, cold and incomplete. He wants to speak more, to really frighten her. Those blue spheres give him no satisfaction at all, not an ounce. His jaw tightens. What else can he say? Clearing his throat, The Shadoweaver spins his web around the girl's mind by simply staring into her eyes for a long while. Perhaps the confusion she feels internally is all a part of his plan. This bigger picture that he is crafting underneath everyones noses.
"How long do you think you can go? Love should be eternal but it's often ..." the smirk returns underneath his mask, "shortly lived. Loving Tarin will be a mistake and you will see just that one day when you have birthed his babies. No, the children will be fine but you will no longer be able to give him what he wants. That man, that knight, will toss you aside without a second thought to find himself a new bride. It's a shame really. You'll be tied down and it's all because of your father. He is forcing you to make a decision that should be slowly crafted, much like silken sheets." Moving past her, he doesn't move to the doorway but instead around Lily. His gloved fingers trail over her stomach.
"A woman who births children is not pure anymore. Her body changes and she grows fat or rounded in just the right places that will cause her man to turn in disgust. Hm? But you have already made your decision and not even I, The Shadoweaver, can change that monumental choice in your life. You will marry the fool. The puppet. The liar. He will take your power from you and you'll be helplessly drowning in the wake of his actions."
"How long do you think you can go? Love should be eternal but it's often ..." the smirk returns underneath his mask, "shortly lived. Loving Tarin will be a mistake and you will see just that one day when you have birthed his babies. No, the children will be fine but you will no longer be able to give him what he wants. That man, that knight, will toss you aside without a second thought to find himself a new bride. It's a shame really. You'll be tied down and it's all because of your father. He is forcing you to make a decision that should be slowly crafted, much like silken sheets." Moving past her, he doesn't move to the doorway but instead around Lily. His gloved fingers trail over her stomach.
"A woman who births children is not pure anymore. Her body changes and she grows fat or rounded in just the right places that will cause her man to turn in disgust. Hm? But you have already made your decision and not even I, The Shadoweaver, can change that monumental choice in your life. You will marry the fool. The puppet. The liar. He will take your power from you and you'll be helplessly drowning in the wake of his actions."