ZARIAH
"Well, well, well...look what the Voice dragged in."
The drawl would likely be familiar, even after all these years. Scathing. Cold as ice. Condescending. She was called the Merciless for a reason after all.
Zariah appeared from around a bend in the path through the Fangs, well worn now from all the travellers Halo recieved. She wore heavy Ursur furs, died black of course, wild curls whipping in the wind. Even in the snow her boots had heels, ridiculous in height but somehow she moved with effortless grace. The Archmage sneered at the woman and the two girls, looking them over. "Rags. Handme down clothes. My, my, how the mighty have fallen." she said snickering at the sight of her once friend.
Who had betrayed her of course for Bellamy Rowan of all people. The one time she had given advice from her heart and it was cast aside. Never again.
"You always dove into things stupidly unprepared, didn't you, Delphine?"
The drawl would likely be familiar, even after all these years. Scathing. Cold as ice. Condescending. She was called the Merciless for a reason after all.
Zariah appeared from around a bend in the path through the Fangs, well worn now from all the travellers Halo recieved. She wore heavy Ursur furs, died black of course, wild curls whipping in the wind. Even in the snow her boots had heels, ridiculous in height but somehow she moved with effortless grace. The Archmage sneered at the woman and the two girls, looking them over. "Rags. Handme down clothes. My, my, how the mighty have fallen." she said snickering at the sight of her once friend.
Who had betrayed her of course for Bellamy Rowan of all people. The one time she had given advice from her heart and it was cast aside. Never again.
"You always dove into things stupidly unprepared, didn't you, Delphine?"
heavy is the crown
but never for a queen
but never for a queen
