let’s make a deal

You stare at the broken mirror Shattered reflections of the past I think we may be standing in the same Shadows that have been cast "Fireworks?" Zariah said, raising a brow at her, the first crack in her perfect porcelain mask. But this was at least called for. Fireworks were things, not a class of magic after all. But when Rexanna showed what she meant, the perfectly arched brow fell back in place. "Ah, I see. A very limited class of creation. Very interesting." she said thoughtfully. It was interesting to Zariah, and a twist on something old she had not seen before. The Queen listened quietly as Rexanna made her case. A work in progress. She could keep him in line. Pretty clothes. As the woman spoke, Zariah watched her with her blank, doll-like expression, revealling none of what she thought. "Clothes are all well and good, Rexanna, but they are hardly what I need." she said, slowly approaching her, each step punctuated by a click of her heel. She wasn't so much walking as stalking, cat deciding to move in for the kill. "What I need is support." She stopped directly in front of Rexanna. For a moment she just stared at the shorter woman, allowing her to sit in the anxiousness she was certainly feeling. At length, she lifted a hand to cup Rex's chin between her index finger and thumb, slowly turning her face side to side, as if to examine her. "Such a beautiful countenance, such unusual talent, and such impeccable manners. Certainly one such as you could convince a great many people to follow me, don't you think?" she said, her magic imparting the suggestion into the woman's subconscious. ZARIAH