Frivolous Flowers

As subtle as it was, the small bit of magic the girl worked did not go unnoticed by the former Queen. Oh no, instead her hazel eyes locked onto it, quietly patting the dirt around the newly planted flower with her fingers as she did so. How interesting. She knew good and well exactly how the people of the Hollowed Grounds treated Abandoneds. Surely this was a small sign, a small question, a wish that the Merciless would take some pity, and bestow the gift of acceptance upon her. ”Wait.” Zariah said as she too stood, a hint of command in her tone. Not mean. Not forceful. Simply the voice of a woman with power, and one who didn’t need to flaunt or earn it to have it either. ”Tell me, what is a talented Abandoned girl doing in a place like this, surrounded by people who scorn your very existence?” she asked gently, near conversationally. Zariah I won't be held down by who I used to be