Snow White & The Huntsman voice t e s t ...

[afflict]

[ Ravenna's gaze is blistering cold — two chips of pale ice as hard and unforgiving as the wizened heart beating beneath her deceptively supple breast. She remains utterly still for the most part, in silent challenge of the one who would try calling her to heel: ]

You would dare ...

[ Her words taper to a tightly-strung silence. Although she's very good at projecting Calm and Cool there's a quaver to her voice that belies her fury: there is a heart that needs devouring, after all, and this is a setback she has no time for. ]

Mark me well, child — your cries will join Snow White's before this is done.

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[amandoes]

A woman really must learn to control her temper when she is not in control of her own actions.

[afflict]

... A woman?

[ Ravenna's echo is soft, dangerously so, because referring to her as a mere 'woman' will never be good enough. Not any more. ]

A Queen, and one that you shall address as such.

[amandoes]

Queens and Kings come and go, but a man and a woman will always remain.

[He sees your dangerous tone, Ravenna, one he has seen and heard so many times before, with an air of absolute calm.]

[incited]

Ravenna.... (Her voice is calm, even. Offering no trace of fear, though there's a brief flicker of it just behind her eyes. Because despite her rage inspired confidence, there was always fear where Ravenna was concerned)

Are you so sure of the outcome, even now?

[afflict]

[ In the presence of the girl, so very, very close, the hunger for her heart becomes suddenly visible deep within the irises of Ravenna's eyes. It settles among the rage and hatred; threatens to burn, to freeze, to consume. Snow White. The true face of beauty, and face of her own blood-stained salvation. ]

Tiresome fool.

[ Her lip curls into an cruel sneer. ]

There is only surety for one such as I.

[incited]

(Here now, staring once again into the face of the woman who murdered her father and ravaged the kingdom that was rightfully her own, she can feel that flame kindling in her chest once more. She's gentle by nature. Peaceful. But while there might be a strange and not entirely unwelcome flicker of sympathy for this woman that could have so easily been her, it's all overshadowed by the desire for vengeance.

And yet, at her words, a shadow of amusement drifts across her face, lips twitching upward ever so slightly. She doesn't need William or the Huntsman to protect her. This story has already been written)

Perhaps that's so. But it's not the surety you wish for.

[disheartening]

[ Well that is interesting. Between one evil queen and another - ]

I see a little flake of snow had become quite the common problem.

[not_so_big_and_bad]

Threats don't do much good with 'em. Trust me, we've tried.

[too_many_names]

You would do well not to underestimate the power of these mundanes.

[Oh look, a 14 year old being all scold-y or something.]

I may not be at all pleased with mine but I respect that her power, and the power of all mundanes, dwarfs our own.