#this is to say she's not that big of a fan of how estir operates but

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@dyavol​ asked: 💭 + Estir (@ Rhok'zan)

It shouldn’t be this quiet, should it? There should be some stirring in the trees. The grass. Some noise from an insect or animal somewhere. Yet, no, it’s gone decidedly quiet as Rhok’zan sat there. Just as she always did, just.. different, somehow. Like the hearth of a home had been snuffed out by a powerful winter breeze and the chill of a blizzard-ridden night was just resting in your home instead.

“Ah, yes, my dearest little Estir.” She spoke it freely, for no light from the heavens could descend here. No, the canopy above was too thick for it to reach here. No, the only light here was decidedly just pleasantness on the Black Goat’s part, which seemed to be.. waning. Shadows becoming more prominent. Darkness seeping back in. 

“I have nothing but love for my family. I wish to make that expressly clear. It is one of my fundamentals that shall never change, no matter what. However, I cannot say I am fond of some of their... tactics. It’s like a predator, who no longer kills for the necessity but for sport. Hunger that shall never be abated, so it keeps prowling for more. An invasive species that is hurting the natural flow of things, because it does not know any better.” 

A low hum, four pinpricks of purple as her eyes start becoming more noticeably bright in the encroaching darkness of the woods.

“She needs to abate her habits, truthfully, before she ends up getting herself hurt. Yet, a humbling show to curb her enthusiasm might be precisely what they need for it. So we shall merely wait, to see what comes from it. If their poorly constructed web of Suitors shall support her forever, or if she’ll be sent into freefall without a net to catch her.” 

Just like that, things were normal again. A hoot of some owl in the distance. Insects buzzing. Flickering wisps of lights from fireflies flitting about. Life breathed back into the lovely grove.

“Things shall play out, conclude, and then they shall continue, as they always do. Things do not merely get tied up nice and neat in a bow at the final Act, like a play on a stage.”