Queen of Disaster

Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. Oh, Zariah noticed alright. It was sort of hard to miss a woman sitting on her rear end right in the middle of the street after all. The Merciless came to a halt with more grace than the height of her heels should have allowed, her crown of wild curls the only thing about her appearance not perfectly pinned in place. She watched the woman struggle to stand, face a perfect porcelain doll-like mask, as wide hazel eyes stared at her blankly. Her gaze followed the woman as she rose slowly to her feet. "Cripple and klutz are two different things." she said, her voice low and velvety, a sultry undertone running through it. But Zariah was intrigued. It wasn't every day someone apologized and swore at her in the same sentence like that. "And just who might you be?"