Faith Eliza Cord
Four Thousand Club
Continuing to focus on her own breathing, keeping it slow and steady, Faith watches her husband with her sister, monitoring for a few seconds more.
It seems Macal has it under control though, so she turns to Adrian, calling over her shoulder for Emma to monitor the other students and make sure none of them are being affected too before walking over to him. Standing close enough to talk easily where she won’t have to raise her voice, but far enough that if he did manage to break out, she could dodge a flame, she speaks to him evenly as well.
“Adrian, think about what you’re doing. Do you even really know why you’re so angry? What even happened, do you remember? This isn’t what you want to do. Katarina would be ashamed and frightened to see you act like this. You don’t have anything against Sheena last I knew, not enough to try to burn her alive. Think. Breathe. Calm down, because this isn’t what you really want to do.”
Even as she speaks to him she is reminding herself of the same thing, keeping herself from escalating her own stress levels into real anger. When it seems that Adrian is beginning to listen, taking in slow breaths, his sparking figures slowly burning out its flames, she exhales, speaking into Macal’s head.
“Do you feel this? It was trying to get in me, I could feel it. I don’t know what the hell this is.”
As her father held her face, looking her in the eye, and spoke to her so intently, Sheena felt herself begin to actually hear and think about his words, the raw feeling she was experiencing giving way gradually to more lucid thought. She looks back at Macal’s face, seeing the intense sincerity he is showing towards her, and slowly she begins to relax, hearing him. She is not a beast…she is a woman. This isn’t her. She’s a Cord, even if she’s technically a Sadovsky…she’s his daughter. Faith’s sister. This is not her. This is NOT her…
He is saying not to be angry, that she can’t be, and slowly Sheena feels her anger begin to fade, her fur retreating back into her body as she fully reforms into her human self. Still shaking slightly, she meets Macal’s eyes, now entirely normal in thinking and form and embarrassed for her former reaction, not meeting his eyes.
“Sorry…I don’t know what happened, exactly…I didn’t mean…”
(Sheena is not Faith's daughter. Faith is only 25, Sheena is 18, lol. Faith considers her a sister, but her husband Macal is about 35 or so in human appearance and he does consider Faith to be his daughter, though Faith does not. It's complicated. They're her guardians in technical sense, or were when she was underage)
It seems Macal has it under control though, so she turns to Adrian, calling over her shoulder for Emma to monitor the other students and make sure none of them are being affected too before walking over to him. Standing close enough to talk easily where she won’t have to raise her voice, but far enough that if he did manage to break out, she could dodge a flame, she speaks to him evenly as well.
“Adrian, think about what you’re doing. Do you even really know why you’re so angry? What even happened, do you remember? This isn’t what you want to do. Katarina would be ashamed and frightened to see you act like this. You don’t have anything against Sheena last I knew, not enough to try to burn her alive. Think. Breathe. Calm down, because this isn’t what you really want to do.”
Even as she speaks to him she is reminding herself of the same thing, keeping herself from escalating her own stress levels into real anger. When it seems that Adrian is beginning to listen, taking in slow breaths, his sparking figures slowly burning out its flames, she exhales, speaking into Macal’s head.
“Do you feel this? It was trying to get in me, I could feel it. I don’t know what the hell this is.”
As her father held her face, looking her in the eye, and spoke to her so intently, Sheena felt herself begin to actually hear and think about his words, the raw feeling she was experiencing giving way gradually to more lucid thought. She looks back at Macal’s face, seeing the intense sincerity he is showing towards her, and slowly she begins to relax, hearing him. She is not a beast…she is a woman. This isn’t her. She’s a Cord, even if she’s technically a Sadovsky…she’s his daughter. Faith’s sister. This is not her. This is NOT her…
He is saying not to be angry, that she can’t be, and slowly Sheena feels her anger begin to fade, her fur retreating back into her body as she fully reforms into her human self. Still shaking slightly, she meets Macal’s eyes, now entirely normal in thinking and form and embarrassed for her former reaction, not meeting his eyes.
“Sorry…I don’t know what happened, exactly…I didn’t mean…”
(Sheena is not Faith's daughter. Faith is only 25, Sheena is 18, lol. Faith considers her a sister, but her husband Macal is about 35 or so in human appearance and he does consider Faith to be his daughter, though Faith does not. It's complicated. They're her guardians in technical sense, or were when she was underage)