looks can be intriguing

Zariah hummed, quirking a brow as a smirk began to tug on her lips. "Indeed, I am." she said, not one for personal humility. She was someone he ought to know, and one he ought to keep an eye out for. Unlike those who led these Grounds now, their spines more pliable than a feather pillow, the Archmage was not one to be trifled with. As others had learned, her tolerance for bold defiance and insult was in very short supply. "Jace." the boy said quietly, his voice sounding as though it was rarely used. Striking, hm? Nicknames must be the latest fad. First Lightning Bitch, now this. "Collecting my family of course. Tying up a few loose ends." she said with a slight shrug. Why else, really? Hazel eyes glanced to her son and the mud he was still eyeing with curiosity. "A game. To pass the time." Zariah Come join the chorus of the unimpressed