ZARIAH
I haven't been falling all this time - I've been flying
Zariah was restless. Sleep would not come and so she wandered, silent and at home amongst the shadows the Greatwood was no stranger to her during these wanderings. It always spit her out back where she started, so why not? Besides she was more equipped to handle herself than most. But this night, this walk, was different. Her head perked up upon hearing moaning. That was new. Intrigued, she followed the sound to see what was clearly injured.
Lo, and behold none other than Loren's play thing.
As if he were not greviously injured, she walked up with nonchalance, hands shoved in her pocket. She just stared for a moment before kneeling down near him. "It's Zariah Launceleyn. My, my, whatever happened to you dear thing?" she near crooned, reaching out to run her hand over his curls. This was not the same cold woman from the labyrinth. This was the caring mother, the soft matriarch with love in her heart. A deception? Only in part. "Come on now, you must stand, Remi. I will help you." she said, positioning herself so he might lean against her smaller frame.
Lo, and behold none other than Loren's play thing.
As if he were not greviously injured, she walked up with nonchalance, hands shoved in her pocket. She just stared for a moment before kneeling down near him. "It's Zariah Launceleyn. My, my, whatever happened to you dear thing?" she near crooned, reaching out to run her hand over his curls. This was not the same cold woman from the labyrinth. This was the caring mother, the soft matriarch with love in her heart. A deception? Only in part. "Come on now, you must stand, Remi. I will help you." she said, positioning herself so he might lean against her smaller frame.
