"Of course." The answer came without hesitation when he had suggested she could be of assistance - though having lost an eye, reading was like breathing to the witch and brought her both a great sense of comfort and control in a place where she could find decidedly little of either.
Still, her mind churned at the thought of their brave new leader, now gently patting Isuma's side with a soft hollow pat pat pat. It didn't seem like her battle coming into it, but she had developed a decided opinion about the nobility in this place quite readily. Zariah must have been very powerful indeed to make such a claim, but here Mel had a sneaking suspicion the play fields could be leveled, or laws circumvented in some way.
Perhaps she could sneak out a back door. Perhaps when she could walk.
Shaking away immediate thoughts of rebellion innate to her very being for the time, the witch flashed a grin. "I'll help you - climbing about this place could be a really good amount of exercise, I'm sure. Are there city plans? Blueprints? Maybe records of the Merciless herself? Light reading if I grow sick of trees, you know." Melinoë did not feel particularly pressed to disguise her stubborn refusal to accept the status quo plied by good company and fabulous tea.
Still, her mind churned at the thought of their brave new leader, now gently patting Isuma's side with a soft hollow pat pat pat. It didn't seem like her battle coming into it, but she had developed a decided opinion about the nobility in this place quite readily. Zariah must have been very powerful indeed to make such a claim, but here Mel had a sneaking suspicion the play fields could be leveled, or laws circumvented in some way.
Perhaps she could sneak out a back door. Perhaps when she could walk.
Shaking away immediate thoughts of rebellion innate to her very being for the time, the witch flashed a grin. "I'll help you - climbing about this place could be a really good amount of exercise, I'm sure. Are there city plans? Blueprints? Maybe records of the Merciless herself? Light reading if I grow sick of trees, you know." Melinoë did not feel particularly pressed to disguise her stubborn refusal to accept the status quo plied by good company and fabulous tea.
