He gives her the answer she seeks. Maybe she ought to say please more often, though she reserves such a word for important things like understanding Zariah. It holds more weight, she feels, to offer true politeness only on occasion, rather than to throw it away with each passing breath. The story begins in a way that is not unfamiliar, only the location and the face changed. Neron simply instilling himself as Warden. Zariah simply instilling herself as Queen. Apparently entitlement ran in the family.
The story he tells matches what Wessex had said of Zariah’s personality, though with more detail and perhaps less disdain. Not that he didn’t feel it, but rather that he didn’t show it as the demi-god had. He finishes, and she nods slightly, mulling over his words. ”So far she seems content as the Archmage, but of course, I am not within the palace walls,” she offers. Weaver has no way of knowing what whispers she breathes into Neron’s ear, who she has placed around him. It was already clear that their family was simply given positions whether they deserved it or not, given the number of them now pretending to run Halo. Had other appointments had been made by Zariah, rather than Neron?
”It seems like a wonder to me her family tolerates her. I also do not know what the Arcane Academy will yield, though if she succeeds…” Weaver trails off, knowing he will know exactly what she is thinking. If she succeeds, she will have created a very powerful army of mages at her disposal. ”Though it is hard to control people who do not love you.” Fear was a motivator, certainly, but it would only work for so long. In the end, people followed out of love and respect, not out of terror. ”I admit, I also judge her for those shoes. It seems she ought to be easy to trip and trample in those things.” Weaver has not forgotten the ridiculous, towering heels the Archmage wore. In Halo, for that matter, of all places to wear completely impractical shoes.
The story he tells matches what Wessex had said of Zariah’s personality, though with more detail and perhaps less disdain. Not that he didn’t feel it, but rather that he didn’t show it as the demi-god had. He finishes, and she nods slightly, mulling over his words. ”So far she seems content as the Archmage, but of course, I am not within the palace walls,” she offers. Weaver has no way of knowing what whispers she breathes into Neron’s ear, who she has placed around him. It was already clear that their family was simply given positions whether they deserved it or not, given the number of them now pretending to run Halo. Had other appointments had been made by Zariah, rather than Neron?
”It seems like a wonder to me her family tolerates her. I also do not know what the Arcane Academy will yield, though if she succeeds…” Weaver trails off, knowing he will know exactly what she is thinking. If she succeeds, she will have created a very powerful army of mages at her disposal. ”Though it is hard to control people who do not love you.” Fear was a motivator, certainly, but it would only work for so long. In the end, people followed out of love and respect, not out of terror. ”I admit, I also judge her for those shoes. It seems she ought to be easy to trip and trample in those things.” Weaver has not forgotten the ridiculous, towering heels the Archmage wore. In Halo, for that matter, of all places to wear completely impractical shoes.
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