Zariah
Zariah watched Remi’s contribution with equal parts surprise and disappointment. Remi clearly had talent, far more talent than she had anticipated – and yet he refrained from killing the little beasts. In a way that was also impressive. To have the control to keep from killing something was more difficult to come by, but still…did he have the heart to do what was necessary?
Did it matter?
”It isn’t about wanting to kill, per se. The Launceleyns were the king’s magically offensive hand. We did his dirty work for a thousand years. It wasn’t about want, but about need. It is survival, and it is what has made us great.” she said, her voice a bit softer. Remi didn’t seem the sort that responded to harshness, and needed more codling (no wonder Loren had liked him so, such a mouse). She raised a brow at his concern over the boggart though, and couldn’t resist a dark laugh. ”In order to pass a certain point in the Spire, I had to kill illusions of my family, including my spouse and children. A boggart of Loren will be nothing.” she said with a smirk. ”We do what is necessary, regardless of sentimentality.”
But a mighty roar caught her attention. Perhaps this would be more fearsome than the stupid chipmunks or whatever they were. Lightning sparked at her fingertips, ready to be flung at their enemy at a moments notice should it come charging.
Did it matter?
”It isn’t about wanting to kill, per se. The Launceleyns were the king’s magically offensive hand. We did his dirty work for a thousand years. It wasn’t about want, but about need. It is survival, and it is what has made us great.” she said, her voice a bit softer. Remi didn’t seem the sort that responded to harshness, and needed more codling (no wonder Loren had liked him so, such a mouse). She raised a brow at his concern over the boggart though, and couldn’t resist a dark laugh. ”In order to pass a certain point in the Spire, I had to kill illusions of my family, including my spouse and children. A boggart of Loren will be nothing.” she said with a smirk. ”We do what is necessary, regardless of sentimentality.”
But a mighty roar caught her attention. Perhaps this would be more fearsome than the stupid chipmunks or whatever they were. Lightning sparked at her fingertips, ready to be flung at their enemy at a moments notice should it come charging.
Beautiful like a forest fire
