ZARIAH
Beginning of freedom, beginning of hell - someday people would decide which it was.
Being the Warden meant Neron had many better things to occupy his time with than tending to every measly, snot-nosed brat that came tumbling through the portal and into Halo. And so, for the time being, she was waiting to see what else the portal might spit up like a hairball. Interestingly enough, this time it was a Fae. Well, perhaps she would at least understand the meaning of borders and get out of our tundra unlike the nosey Hollowed Grounders.
"Well, well...what have we here." she said softly, a thick, white fur coat protecting her from the cold of the Fangs, even as her hair blew about her face wildly from the snow-filled wind. "Haven't you gone terribly far from home. I didn't know Fae could get lost in their precious woods." she said with a derisive smirk. "Tell me, did you bring the Warden an offering?"
Being the Warden meant Neron had many better things to occupy his time with than tending to every measly, snot-nosed brat that came tumbling through the portal and into Halo. And so, for the time being, she was waiting to see what else the portal might spit up like a hairball. Interestingly enough, this time it was a Fae. Well, perhaps she would at least understand the meaning of borders and get out of our tundra unlike the nosey Hollowed Grounders.
"Well, well...what have we here." she said softly, a thick, white fur coat protecting her from the cold of the Fangs, even as her hair blew about her face wildly from the snow-filled wind. "Haven't you gone terribly far from home. I didn't know Fae could get lost in their precious woods." she said with a derisive smirk. "Tell me, did you bring the Warden an offering?"
heavy is the crown
but never for a queen
but never for a queen
