[SE][OPEN] They Did Not Train Me For This

Finally, Zariah’s perfect porcelain mask cracked. One brow arched above her eyes. Was it confusion or interest? Likely, Peter wouldn’t be able to tell. Her head then tilted slightly to the side, again though, confusion or interest. Green-hazel eyes, wide and blank, glanced over him. Assessing, calculating, considering – she had ambitions herself and not enough hands with which to pull them all off. Perhaps she could use this one. There was one potential catch though. ”Do you use magic?” she said. That was the all-important question. Was he gifted, a chosen one of nature to have higher powers or a common street thug? She had no use for the latter. But the former…even if he was weak she could train him up. If he didn’t…well. She might just kill him for fun. It would put him out of his misery. Zariah I won't be held down by who I used to be