Serenity

”Ask them what they want to achieve.” Ah, so he was one of those people. He truly had a lot of faith in the ability of the people to come up with a semblance of anything recognizable as civilization. Perhaps there was something to be said for the Outlander lot, many of whom came from places with structure and order. But the Naturals were barely more than cavemen: inefficient, underdeveloped, uncultured, uneducated, unruly. They were the very antithesis to civilization, repressed by centuries behind a wall in an unfertile land with absentee gods. But, if such agreeance was all it took to secure some faith, she could oblige she supposed. ”Of course.” she said with a slow smile. ”A good monarch serves her people after all. I will be sure to seek the counsel of the broader citizenry as I have sought yours, and do what I can to accomplish their goals.” she said, sounding all the world as if she whole-heartedly agreed with such a course. But did she? Could he trust her to follow through? These were not things she could control by and large. Deimos would have to decide for himself. Zariah Come join the chorus of the unimpressed