Celestial Calling || Accepting
When your muse gets angry, how does it show ? Do they know how to control it, or do they let it consume them ?
One finds that Fariah is surprisingly a hard woman to anger, despite her far-past heritage. She is patient, she is diligent, she is industrious.
However, when she is angry, it makes it all the more noticeable. Hers is a silent rage. There is no yelling, there is no bluster. She is quiet, but with a stare so heavy, it might as well break bones. She is a perpetrator of malice when pushed to the limit it begins to show. She wants you to be warned of her intent, to put pressure as a predator to prey before she acts. To make you realize your mistake before she rectifies it.
She is in control of her emotions at most times, flattening anything that can be seen as weakness by her peers. In the world of the south tropics, her peers are not so kind, expressions of any emotion is torn to pieces and used against not just her, but those she serves endlessly. Nations are built or destroyed in the tropics by the merit of how purely unshakeable their leaders and monarchs and representatives are.
She can take prodding, she can take goading. Her facades are hard to crack apart where it is necessary, giving her the perception of a monolithic presence in every instance she finds herself in. Even when emotion is shown, it is controlled to the finest detail, one she deems necessary for the moment rather than leaving it unbridled.
Imperial Sidhe does not bow, bend, or break. And she seeks to remind it thoroughly in her opposition by wiping expression and inflection from her being entirely when faced with summits and vipers' dens.
There is only one instance she finds herself hard to control, though. It is no secret she enjoys the skirmish. She likes the way it makes her feel, the adrenaline pouring into her blood unhindered. Every sense and nerve on fire with the anticipation and the drive. But while it presents as wrath or rage to the outsider looking in, it is less about her being angry about it, and more that she is elated to feel it, in ways that border the obscene.
It is the driving force of most of her atrocities, and she does not seek to hide that facet of herself. Knowing and using it ensures that the opposition otherwise does not want it to surface, it is better to play nice than to pick a fight. Helpful in the pit of snakes that is her region of the world.
Does your muse take care of themself ? Do they neglect their needs to put others first ?
Fariah is capable of taking care of herself. In a situation she does not have to think of those around her, she will think of herself, of her needs, of her wants and desires. But in most instances, this is not the case.
Sidhe have a genetic tick. It makes them violent by nature and when left unchecked, they will lose all decorum and attack anything they see fit. Each other, property, animals, nothing is left out. It was why Katya set the hingepin in place -her son- to tether them together and it worked, to a fault. Over the centuries, it is known that Sidhe that are tethered into the hive are constantly moving, constantly needing things to do as the energy to be violent is repurposed into being continuously productive.
And in that vein, understanding that her people need to keep moving, Fariah 'neglects' herself physically to a certain point. She gives the hallowed job of maintaining her well-being to her attendants. To her staff, to the inner court. It is more for their benefit than it is her own want of pampering and in that way, she helps serve them.
It is otherwise ingrained in her head the importance of those she considers her people. She works tirelessly to make sure people are safe and happy and cared for within reason. She sleeps very rarely, running long nights to make certain things that are necessary are still being maintained. She bears in mind their voices when representing them, she feels their joys and woes to the point that there are times she forgets she really is just a person. She is always the first and last defense in order to maintain their innocence and their peace and if it weren't for such sacrifice -of herself and those who came properly before-, the Three and Ten would not be the glittering bastion of culture and civilization it is in present day.
For the steady loss of who she is, her millions will thrive to the next generation and beyond. Such is the fate and dream of a single Imperial.
