@fadedpath said ; ❝ you aren’t all stone, calpernia. there is a person inside of you. ❞
lips pull from her teeth in a snarl and calpernia glares at the inquisitor before her. "i do not need you telling me what i am," she replies, voice scraped from her throat. that she is not in a cell does not change the obvious fact that she is a prisoner here ; that the scroll that tells of a binding ritual the elder one had planned on performing on her eventually does not make things clear. "my personhood has never been up for debate because i do not believe in your follies." there are guards outside the door, that much she is sure, and she would no sooner sear the man before her than more would be rushing in to decimate her. a shame. there are flames crawling just beneath the surface of her skin that a less adept mage would have difficulty keeping within. "i am a person who will tell you nothing."
are there still those loyal to her within corypheus' numbers, she wonders? names and faces she spoke with daily, who she kept her voice gentle with because they startled at the sound of a raised voice, who she smiled at and joked with in quiet moments when the elder one was not nearby. surely someone has noticed she is gone. surely someone is looking. she is leader of the venatori, though they are smaller in number than she had dreamed due to the machinations of the inquisition, and there must be some of them that will come for her no matter what corypheus orders. fingers tighten into fists and calpernia lifts her chin in an attempt to look haughty even barefooted and with her hair loose. it's a look she learned from the magisters young, when they would scowl down their noses at the frightened slip of a thing she was. "you may keep me here or put me to the sword. it will make no difference."
