In Lieu of Formalities

"Okay, Neron." Jace said with ease, dropping the troubling subject as quickly as he had brought it up. He did not question, so deeply did he trust the adults in his life. If his mother saw fit to bring him to this man, and this man who was eerily like his father just wished to be called Neron, fine by him. Green eyes went back to the map, watching as Neron smoothed it back out. "I like the cold and the snow." Jace said, bobbing his head with a nod. Cold and snow meant blankets and sweaters and hot chocolate. It meant comfy things that he liked very much, like the fur-lined vest he currently had his chubby little fingers curled into. She arched a brow, slowly, deliberately, hazel eyes suddenly locked on to Neron with deadly precision. Oh yes, Zariah's temper and fire still remained, though it was held back by practice now and used with purpose. "Explain to me exactly how we have failed him. For I recall giving him special treatment so he could grow stronger as a mage and giving him that higher position to gain approval from the rest of the family." she said in a low tone. Frankly, his behavior was not only unacceptable, it was insulting. "His behavior requires punishment, not leniency. Why rectify the mistakes that are of his doing?" zariah If it is danger you seek, come on over. I covet tranquility but beget the tempest storm.