Make No Waves

Nate had reason to be disquieted, to feel as though a gun was to his head - because in a way it was. Zariah could be kind and pleasant, until she wasn't, flipping on a dime, you wouldn't see it coming. Some would agree your soul would not even find rest after such a swift and unexpected death, still believing you were alive and damned to roam the world forever unseen, unheard, unknown. To relax in the presence of this queen would be a grevious mistake. She showed no sign of reaction to his words, watching him with her wide-eyed, doll like vacant stay, her perfect porcelain mask unmarred by even the slightest twitch. But at length, when he concluded his detailed explanation and longwinded analogys she lifted her hands to clasp them atop the table. "No." she said simply, the word weighing down the air in the room. "While we have no war to prepare for at this moment, it would better serve the people of the Grounds if people such as yourself are trained and prepared for whatever we might face in the future. A trained surgeon who is also prepared for the strife of the battlefield makes a useful field medic." she said by way of explanation. "Any further questions about that?" zariah If my strength intimidates you, I hope you realize that is a weakness of yours.