Septa got up to her feet, her palms pressed against the table to support her. She looked at Aric before speaking. "I am a water spirit. I feel that wanting to channel water from the stream is unnecessary. You already did that once with the farm, and I found it—I found it upsetting." Her voice was like a steady breeze, without fluctuation, yet her tone was pained.
Aric looked at her, the realization that he was one-siding the decisions he took every day dawned on him. He had subconsciously ostracized some of them without knowing. His heart felt like it was underwater at the moment—heavy.
"I'm sorry, Septa. I got carried away and didn't put into mind that my actions made you feel bad," He spoke, his gaze soft and apologetic. He looked right into her eyes as he spoke.
