slow burn

Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. If there was one thing Zariah had maintained since coming to Caido, it was her appearance - so Eloise had every reason to fuss over her own. The Merciless recalled Eloise from their days in Northaven. A duchess. A governess. A magic user. More than that she didn't quickly recall. They'd only dabbled in the same circles so only the basic if information was necessary. The sound of her heels in the hall would announce her well before she arrived. While her footwear was slightly more suitable to the weather outside, while inside Zariah still opted for her towering heels which she glided in down the palace corridors. As she rounded the corner, the long tails of her black dyed Ursur fur cloak flared and flicked, wild mane of curls bouncing in time. Despite the time and place, nothing seemed to have changed with the Launceleyn certainly. "Ms. Teralux, what a lovely surprise. I was unaware more Northaveners had arrived in Caido." she said, tone low and velvety. "And all the way from Torchline. Whatever brings you here?"