cigarettes, the taste of whiskey on your lips
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
still haunting my every kiss - do you remember it?
”It is the latter. You’ve met the rare accepting person, who likely was not born here. But we are outnumbered by those who think poorly of us.” she said, answering the question for him. For Zariah, there were very few unanswerable questions. The world was black and white, as much as people wished to see grey where it did not exist.
”That person brought war to the gods, and in so doing led to the people in the Hollowed Grounds being trapped for 300 years within a barrier.” she explained, looking away from the bats and back to him. ”It is unfair. And I do think we must prove them wrong…and it is for that purpose that I believe I was brought here.” she said, that empty smile returning to her lips. ”I was head of a powerful family of mages in my homeland, over a millennia old. I know how to lead, how to bring order…something this place has never known. And for an Abandoned to do so, to help lead this place to prosperity and raise up their fellow mages in the process…certainly there is no logical other reason for my arrival here.” she said, her tone still soft and motherly, slowly pulling him in to the web she was weaving.
”Would you not agree?”
”That person brought war to the gods, and in so doing led to the people in the Hollowed Grounds being trapped for 300 years within a barrier.” she explained, looking away from the bats and back to him. ”It is unfair. And I do think we must prove them wrong…and it is for that purpose that I believe I was brought here.” she said, that empty smile returning to her lips. ”I was head of a powerful family of mages in my homeland, over a millennia old. I know how to lead, how to bring order…something this place has never known. And for an Abandoned to do so, to help lead this place to prosperity and raise up their fellow mages in the process…certainly there is no logical other reason for my arrival here.” she said, her tone still soft and motherly, slowly pulling him in to the web she was weaving.
”Would you not agree?”
