Drink to That

Zariah scoffed, a grin tugging on her lips. ”Try? They did not try at anything in 300 years. They barely tried at survival.” she said, a hint of mocking in her tone. ”You give them far too much credit. I hope they are grateful to you for it.” she said, sipping her wine. She paused, trying to decide how truthful to be with her innermost musings with Edrei. She was her Left Hand after all…she ought to be open with her. It would make it easier for her to anticipate her wants and needs. ”Yes, that I could be. I will not be so bold as to declare myself equal with a goddess now…but she was as mortal as I once.” she said quietly. She fell silent again, waiting until the last patron stumbled out of the bar. ”And why should I not pursue that path? The Accepted and the Attuned have the Old Gods love and attention. The Ascended have the Voice…the Destined have no one…save me.” Zariah would not hide her preference for magic users. They were superior, chosen by nature to have powers beyond the grasp of the average person. Why should they not be loved? Why should they be Abandoned? They would not be, not so long as she was around. The Queen quirked an eyebrow at Edrei, considering her question. ”They have their own abilities granted to them by the Voice. If they cannot accomplish their tasks without stealing ours they deserve to die.” she said with a shrug. ”Just as if any other race could not use their innate abilities to succeed, they are doomed failure. It really is more a pity to the Ascended than it is to us though. Even if they steal our ability, the will not have our mastery of it. Sure, the capability is there, but you know it takes practice to actually know how to use powerful magic.” she said. Zariah I won't be held down by who I used to be