slow burn

Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. Zariah laughed low, shaking her head slowly. "From what I have heard of Torchline, I believe shooting down one with a cuff just might mean bonus points." she said in dry humor. But as Eloise continued, it became clear that finally, finally someone of worth had come to her doorstep. Her head tilted slightly to the side. Eloise Teralux. Duchess. Well-mannered, thoughtful, respectful, highly unlikely to cause embarrassment. Governess. Intelligent, learned, clever. Abandoned. Superior, full of potential, ideal. No one could ever replace Edrei. But Eloise could be close. "If you had seen where I lived in the Hollowed Ground, you would feel need to worry about that." she said, stepping forward. "I hope you don't mind, you've just a bit of mascara on your cheek, my dear." she said, placing two fingers under Eloise's chin, gently wiping her cheek with the fingers on her other hand. And as she did so, magic seeped into Eloise, unnoticeable, silent, but gripping at her senses. "Us ladies must stay together these days you know. You and I could accomplish much together, don't you think?" she said in dulcet tones. "Of course the Academy is open to you, and you needn't worry of your skill. We have all had to adjust. All the more reason to come together...wouldn't you agree?"