Frivolous Flowers

"Mmm...yes, wait for the old generation to die out, in the meanwhile they nurture hatred into their young." Zariah said with a wry grin. "No change worth having ever comes through inaction, my dear. Remember that." she said softly, in an almost motherly tone. It seemed though, the young woman had snatched up the bait, and now all the Archmage had to do was reel her in. "I am building a school of magic. There will be living quarters for those who travel in from other lands." she said, a light shrug accompanying her words. Finding lodgings, trips home - what childish concerns. She expected nothing less from one raised in the Hollowed Grounds. They were tittering mice, loyal to their captors and suppressors, terrified of anything that might grant them more. But perhaps this mouse could grow. There was potential, at any rate. "You'd be free to come and go as you please, though the trek from the portal to the Citadel is not one you would like to make often. Halo is not a forgiving landscape." she explained. Zariah would not keep her tethered, but she would also make no promises that such travel would be easy. But nothing in the Hollowed Grounds had ever been easy, so really, what was the difference? Zariah I won't be held down by who I used to be