Two Ladies Scorned

random event the cold was so intense that she could see her own breath; it came out of her mouth like smoke "I know much more than that, sweet one." My, but she was a pretentious little thing, wasn't she? Speaking to a goddess as if she herself were divine. The Eirachi approved, but that did not mean she would suffer the pride of an insect pretending to operate on the same playing field as she did. The goddess still did not appear, but the temperature around them seemed to plummet a few degrees. "I know that Neron Launceleyn has a child, and that he stands at your side. Hiding things from a goddess in the palace she created? Tut, tut." But for all of her arrogance, Zariah certainly did have a point. "You should like to do anything to see him suffer, you say?" Now it sounded as though she were nearby, her voice a whispering thing just over the Merciless's shoulder. "Do not hear me wrong, sweet one. He will pay. That much has already been written. What do you wish to have to do with it?"