Serenity

"I suppose. You've yet to answer the question though." she said as she spun on the branch so both her legs dangled off. Zariah tilted her head to the said, mass of curls falling over her shoulder, yet she seemed to not care about the state of them. Her mane was the last bit of untamed wildness in her being, honed as she had made herself to be pointed, smooth, unyieldingly precise and disciplined. "I am easy to miss when I do not wish to be noticed, Deimos." she said with a small smirk. This was about to become interesting. What sort of opinions would this fellow have? Would he show reverence or attack immediately? She was prepared for either. "My name is Zariah the Merciless, First of her name, Savior of the Destined, Head of the Family Launceleyn, Queen of the Hollowed Grounds." Zariah Come join the chorus of the unimpressed