Zariah
Zariah was glad that something of what she had said had at least stuck with Ingrid, enough that now she was amenable to discussing her plans, rather than berating her over things she didn’t do. Moreover, berating her over things that many other people had also participated in. Perhaps next time the priestess saw the Loreseeker Provost, she might give him a piece of her mind too.
Turning on her heel, the Archmage led the Priestess through a series of passageways to an office of sorts. A roaring fire was ablaze in on one wall, a few bookshelves, and a desk with chairs were all that adorned it. Simple, but purpose suited, just like most places in Halo. Zariah sat on one side of the desk, gesturing for Ingrid to sit as well. ”To be frank, I simply need more support, as well as interest from Abandoneds here in the Citadel. What is a school with no one to teach.” she said, reaching for a decanter of mulled wine to pour herself a glass, raising a brow at Ingrid to see if she wished for one as well.
Turning on her heel, the Archmage led the Priestess through a series of passageways to an office of sorts. A roaring fire was ablaze in on one wall, a few bookshelves, and a desk with chairs were all that adorned it. Simple, but purpose suited, just like most places in Halo. Zariah sat on one side of the desk, gesturing for Ingrid to sit as well. ”To be frank, I simply need more support, as well as interest from Abandoneds here in the Citadel. What is a school with no one to teach.” she said, reaching for a decanter of mulled wine to pour herself a glass, raising a brow at Ingrid to see if she wished for one as well.
Beautiful like a forest fire
