- common / murnasian
It seemed as though the mixed blood had blinked and missed so much. Oor had gone, having narrowly avoided injury by Faith through the intervention of a man that seemed to know her. The mixed blood had half a mind to ask who the man was, but there was not much time for that. Everything moved fairly quickly, and soon enough, the riot was quelled. But not without casualties, though fewer than they’d expected. Amaris could be glad for only that, they supposed, rising to their feet as rioters were shackled and lead off. Except for Max and the man who’d been beside her.
Now, in the wake of their manmade storm, they were to be held accountable. Amaris could not say that this was not something they would have wanted. A peaceful arrest would have been much better and had this happened prior to the start of the riot, perhaps they would have had less crimes on their hands. Jaw clenched, they stared up at the pair, watching as a line formed. The rain had lessened, a steady drizzle overhead as closure to the event drew near. Grim faces, angered visages, mournful expressions; a myriad of them passed by as they contemplated offering to speak on behalf of the one woman they knew who would need it.
They were angry, all of them. This had been a misguided outlet of that rage and the councilor had failed in their duty to redirect this rage towards something else. Something productive. If they’d been more compelling, more forceful, it might have worked. But they were not and this was the result. Blinking raindrops from their lashes, they stepped into the line. This, along with aiding in the treatment of those injured, was the best they could do. This is all you can do; talk and talk. They cast their gaze downward for a trill before looking up again as the procession of testimonies and tales moved forward until finally the mixed blood was front and center.
What exactly were they to say? That the woman who’d murdered an element and invited such violence today was a good person? Perhaps she might have been, and she’d merely made a terrible decision, but there wasn’t much weight to it. Maybe a bit more than there might have been considering Amaris’ station. They glanced around before looking up at Max again. What could they say that would be better than what Kura had offered? If the other councilwoman’s words didn’t make a difference, would theirs?
“I think, given the circumstances for this riot, Max should be monitored, if not imprisoned as Ms. Wolfsdotter has proposed. This riot is not just a product of her own violent tendencies, but of the obscurity of the ongoing investigations into the events at the docks. There has not been total clarity in the progress and I’m sure this is part of what fueled so much violence.” They swallowed, brows furrowed as they wrung their hands together. They needn’t look down to know their fingers were slick with blood and rain, mixing together easily. With nothing more to say, they moved aside for the next testimonial.
It seemed as though the mixed blood had blinked and missed so much. Oor had gone, having narrowly avoided injury by Faith through the intervention of a man that seemed to know her. The mixed blood had half a mind to ask who the man was, but there was not much time for that. Everything moved fairly quickly, and soon enough, the riot was quelled. But not without casualties, though fewer than they’d expected. Amaris could be glad for only that, they supposed, rising to their feet as rioters were shackled and lead off. Except for Max and the man who’d been beside her.
Now, in the wake of their manmade storm, they were to be held accountable. Amaris could not say that this was not something they would have wanted. A peaceful arrest would have been much better and had this happened prior to the start of the riot, perhaps they would have had less crimes on their hands. Jaw clenched, they stared up at the pair, watching as a line formed. The rain had lessened, a steady drizzle overhead as closure to the event drew near. Grim faces, angered visages, mournful expressions; a myriad of them passed by as they contemplated offering to speak on behalf of the one woman they knew who would need it.
They were angry, all of them. This had been a misguided outlet of that rage and the councilor had failed in their duty to redirect this rage towards something else. Something productive. If they’d been more compelling, more forceful, it might have worked. But they were not and this was the result. Blinking raindrops from their lashes, they stepped into the line. This, along with aiding in the treatment of those injured, was the best they could do. This is all you can do; talk and talk. They cast their gaze downward for a trill before looking up again as the procession of testimonies and tales moved forward until finally the mixed blood was front and center.
What exactly were they to say? That the woman who’d murdered an element and invited such violence today was a good person? Perhaps she might have been, and she’d merely made a terrible decision, but there wasn’t much weight to it. Maybe a bit more than there might have been considering Amaris’ station. They glanced around before looking up at Max again. What could they say that would be better than what Kura had offered? If the other councilwoman’s words didn’t make a difference, would theirs?
“I think, given the circumstances for this riot, Max should be monitored, if not imprisoned as Ms. Wolfsdotter has proposed. This riot is not just a product of her own violent tendencies, but of the obscurity of the ongoing investigations into the events at the docks. There has not been total clarity in the progress and I’m sure this is part of what fueled so much violence.” They swallowed, brows furrowed as they wrung their hands together. They needn’t look down to know their fingers were slick with blood and rain, mixing together easily. With nothing more to say, they moved aside for the next testimonial.
