Moving her chair to the side of the table, perpendicular from him, Irhya offers him her hand and finds a spot on the floor to look at while she formulates her thoughts.
"You might've heard, but maybe about a year and a half ago, Dorchacht was basically a dystopia. Monsters were under a city-wide mind control spell to make them subservient, cruelty and abuse ran rampant, and any dissenting voices were taken by their Coven and used as materials. By which I mean, sedated and hooked up like batteries to power the wards over the city, slowly drained of their magic."
A pause. She grimaces. "That, of course, is all Dorchacht's former Coven, but there was another incident a few moons later in which several handfuls of people were captured and tortured by a family of anti-Mirrorbound nobles, who believed we were doing more harm to their city than good. They were caught, tried, and summarily executed, the lot of them... but it made me realize that there are more people out there that are afraid of us than not. And that Aefenglom's Coven is likely among them, considering they can't control the influx. So... I don't think the kindness they give us is unconditional."
Her fingers flex on her other hand, eventually finding a spot to grab her shirt sleeve on the arm she has extended to him. "In this case, perhaps it's just me being irrational, since I've yet to hear any conspiracy theories about our Coven. But I think it is true that they look out for their city first and foremost. If we ever became a burden to them... I don't want to find myself indebted."
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Date: 1 Apr 2021 02:11 (UTC)"You might've heard, but maybe about a year and a half ago, Dorchacht was basically a dystopia. Monsters were under a city-wide mind control spell to make them subservient, cruelty and abuse ran rampant, and any dissenting voices were taken by their Coven and used as materials. By which I mean, sedated and hooked up like batteries to power the wards over the city, slowly drained of their magic."
A pause. She grimaces. "That, of course, is all Dorchacht's former Coven, but there was another incident a few moons later in which several handfuls of people were captured and tortured by a family of anti-Mirrorbound nobles, who believed we were doing more harm to their city than good. They were caught, tried, and summarily executed, the lot of them... but it made me realize that there are more people out there that are afraid of us than not. And that Aefenglom's Coven is likely among them, considering they can't control the influx. So... I don't think the kindness they give us is unconditional."
Her fingers flex on her other hand, eventually finding a spot to grab her shirt sleeve on the arm she has extended to him. "In this case, perhaps it's just me being irrational, since I've yet to hear any conspiracy theories about our Coven. But I think it is true that they look out for their city first and foremost. If we ever became a burden to them... I don't want to find myself indebted."