off to the principal's office

She is ready to get the fuck out of there, not go to the office. She did what was asked of her, she fought an ursur with nothing and answered a question. What she wasn’t going to do was offer respect that had not yet been earned. That was beyond the level of behavior Weaver was capable of, and truthfully, even if she was she wouldn’t do it. You earned respect. And no, a title doesn’t count as earning it. Earning it involved proof, and so far Weaver hadn’t seen any proof.

Instead of going home, she goes to the principal’s office. Her temper is hot and bubbling, which is not the time to have this conversation but she really doesn’t care. Besides, it probably was not in Zariah’s best interest to throw out a student this early in the game, let alone a natural, who could help give weight to the school to the rest of the naturals, many of whom were less inclined to bend to outlander leaders so easily.

She knocks on the door, waiting for a response. Her scythe is strapped across her back, her black cloak back on despite the fact she no longer needs it. It’s so much a part of her she wears it anyway, the string of knives around her waist somewhat hidden beneath it. She schools her face into something impassive and blank, at least having enough sense to hide the simmering anger.

Zariah

weaver

-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --

Quote by Charles Dickens