The Su'Datheram was rigid on his throne. He watched the back profile of his daughter leaving the room with the gaze of a falcon, and just like that, his good mood soured.
This wretched daughter of his... to present such an ambiguous dance at such a time. If someone were to truly be cursed, would she be able to take responsibility?
"Ina is such a good dancer," Halen said proudly. "Whenever she dances, the gods are sure to respond to her every wish!"
The Su'Datheram cast his young son a scathing look. Anger had darkened the hue of his sunlit eyes, bringing them to a near earthen tone. They were clouded with the effects of drink.
Syvia was not so enthusiastic. She had grown up on her elder sister's lap and knew quite well what the rules of heaven were. Even though magic was a dead force, the gods were most definitely living and they observed the works of their subjects attentively.
