Two Ladies Scorned

random event the cold was so intense that she could see her own breath; it came out of her mouth like smoke "They do say that if you are to get a satisfactory answer, you must speak to the puppet master and not the puppet." Precisely who said that wasn't important, but Zariah would hear the voice echo all around her like a haunting melody, one that blew across the Sea of Glass and chafed at the cheeks. The Eirachi did not appear - not visibly, at least - but the Merciless and her son would feel her presence acutely. As if every flake of snow had eyes to study her, as if every breeze was a sigh on the goddess's lips. "Speak then, Zariah Launceleyn. Let us see what agreement we might come to."