Serenity

Quiet. Serenity. These were not things that Zariah oft found herself amidst. She was the head of a powerful family of mages. She had two small children. She was Queen of the Hollowed Grounds. Chaos shrouded her days and cradled her at night. But everyone, even the most accustomed to calamity and bedlam needed respite every now and again. Zariah sought this in the Oasis, which was pristine and soothing always it seemed. Dusk would soon set, but she did not care as she climbed up a tree, lounging on a low, thick branch near the water’s edge. As she leaned back, hands cradling her head, wild curls spilling over either side of the branch and one leg swinging lazily over the side, she gazed at the sky with half-lidded eyes. She might have appeared almost dozing to most, but she was still fully aware of her surroundings, like any good predator, alert at all times. Zariah Come join the chorus of the unimpressed