queen of blades

ROANA

Glimpses of fate bring light to your despair
Realise hope isn't short of your grasp
Resurrect every dream that you've buried alive
And never succumb to the war that you fight

"Well, fuck is right." she said with a sigh, stopping short as the labyrinth shifted again, cutting off their path. She blinked and looked either way and shrugged a bit. "Left or right. Your turn to choose a direction." she said with a slight smirk. Whatever way he chose, she would continue to follow alongside him, and purposefully ignore the unwelcome feeling his cheeky grin gave her.

"They still like you more than me." she pointed out. Sometimes the popularity contest was the majority of the battle. "And Zariah is too. We actually know what she is capable of, her history or...well in theory." she said, pursing her lips. "I can try to pull strings with her. My cousin married her brother after all, I might be able to work that angle. But if people have already pissed her off, it won't work. She needs to feel comfortable in her position, so for the time being people need to quietly comply." she advised.

"So I would say keep your ears open if you hear of any gatherings...you can include me if you think I would be welcome to offer my knowledge. But try and work your way into whatever resistance forms. I will do whatever I can to help, but I might have to work through you with most." she admitted. It was frustrating, but it was the reality of the situation.

At his joke about archery she did grin a little. "That's true. You're aiming to kill not win a contest."

Your world is coming apart
Remain steadfast