[It isn't until he actually asks her that she realizes... she cannot do with this head what she had always been raised to do. It was supposed to be something like a trophy. A warrior should put the heads of their lords enemies at their feet, presented on stained, white cloth, placed in a proper vessel or at least laid out upon a table...
Her eyes move downwards, to the drip, drip, drip of blood wetting the ground beneath the severed neck. Ah. That Tehri woman didn't even properly call herself a leader of the Pleroma, so-]
... There is no lord to present them to.
[So what point are they as proof of her capabilities and the strength of her loyalty? She'd just moved because... that's what you did with an enemy, but...
Of course. There was always-]
So they will be a warning of what happens to those who serve the Regent.
[And she will swallow the sudden surge of nausea that roils in her gut, tamping it down until it's nearly invisible. What warrior would be upset by such a simple task? If she lets it be known this is the first time she has been allowed to take a head...]
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Her eyes move downwards, to the drip, drip, drip of blood wetting the ground beneath the severed neck. Ah. That Tehri woman didn't even properly call herself a leader of the Pleroma, so-]
... There is no lord to present them to.
[So what point are they as proof of her capabilities and the strength of her loyalty? She'd just moved because... that's what you did with an enemy, but...
Of course. There was always-]
So they will be a warning of what happens to those who serve the Regent.
[And she will swallow the sudden surge of nausea that roils in her gut, tamping it down until it's nearly invisible. What warrior would be upset by such a simple task? If she lets it be known this is the first time she has been allowed to take a head...]