Fantasy
The Black Witch 8
The woman's cry brought the attention of the entire block to us. I could feel the judgement, an opinion so deeply entrenched that definding knights wish they could use it against seiges. I knew all to well that anythig I said or did would be immediately discredited. So I raised my hands above my head and backed away. During my withdraw the woman quieted her scream. Lingering in her eyes was a fear that almost brought me to tears. I wanted to say something, to offer up my apologies. My voice ran from this desire, afraid that it would be useless. It had decided not to try. I had shrunk once again. "Its ok, this man will not hurt you. I can vouch for him. If he were to try then he would have to deal with the Black witch Kuriga and these imperial gaurds." Kuri's voice was somehow powerful enough to make it through the whole square but soft enough to offer comfort. The woman looked up at the smiling, embodiment of power. Her eyes darted to me and I bowed my head to show my submission. With Kuri's soothing, my admission of non-conflict and some time the woman returned from the state of a terrified animal. She stood up, dusted of her behind, and took a deep breath. She offered a deep curtsey with a lowered head. "I apologize for the rudeness lady Kuriga, prince Elliot. I have had rather traumatic expierences with men before I emmigrated here. The sudden shock of seeing a man overode my judgement. I hope you will forgive me." She seemed a different person. Now her words carried a tremendous air of grace. Kuri looked at me "In this situation you should be the one to accept the apology. While I hold considerable power, I am somewhat extranational. You are the ranking person status wise." The guidance she offered was sent via our telepathic link. In response I straightened my posture and spread my right hand out with palm facing to the sky. "Do not worry. I forgave you when I saw the fear in your eyes. I knew that you meant no ill will by it. I am happy that you have calmed down and please should you need anything do not hesitate to reach out to me. I will do my best to help you overcome this trauma so that your life may be better if only by a slight margin." The formal apology receiving posture felt awkard, but my acceptance was scincere.
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