Nursing down the cup of tea, Mel listened in contemplative silence pat pat pating the gryphlet gently as she did so. It sound relatively straightforward to her - Zariah must have encouraged some sort of good faith in her ability to lead but the points raised were undeniable roadblocks. Zariah sounded not as though she were working for the betterment of their situation here in Caido but rather a means of propping up whatever legacy of Northhaven had been brought here by whatever force had drawn them in. "Intentions, actions and consequences are all separate things. It's not as though a government could hurt but it certainly sounds like she hasn't gone about it in a decent way at all - a pity that. A bit of structure is probably exactly what this place needs." The pill the dose was in, however, seemed extremely difficult not just for her to swallow, but anyone. The witch did not believe her immediate instinct to do exactly what she was told not to do was unique, though the warning of jail did remind her of the benefits of one exercising a bit of caution. Mirroring the presumed arrogance of their tyrant queen would earn her no favors... not yet.
Flinthopper fires, Sparkbird perch, Deepfrost, Fiat Lux... Mentally she filed the words away and hoped that she'd recall them.
Taking another sip she set the cup, now only a quarter full, aside. "I'll take the books - perhaps it would be of a benefit to us all to sort out a new map as well though the matter of a blight seems more pressing. Still, there are bodies and I presume things that they might be willing to trade their time and effort for - we won't need to to be fully fledged cartographers, only observant and curious." It wouldn't be perfect, but it would give them some place to start. Still, Melinoe did not know what she could barter. She wondered how valuable knowledge might be, not only to others but herself as well. What would she be willing to share? Without answers, she relaxed again into a calm, conversational tone, melting into the cushions of the chair, fixing her dark gaze on Jigano.
"Who, or what, brought the barrier down, anyway?"
Flinthopper fires, Sparkbird perch, Deepfrost, Fiat Lux... Mentally she filed the words away and hoped that she'd recall them.
Taking another sip she set the cup, now only a quarter full, aside. "I'll take the books - perhaps it would be of a benefit to us all to sort out a new map as well though the matter of a blight seems more pressing. Still, there are bodies and I presume things that they might be willing to trade their time and effort for - we won't need to to be fully fledged cartographers, only observant and curious." It wouldn't be perfect, but it would give them some place to start. Still, Melinoe did not know what she could barter. She wondered how valuable knowledge might be, not only to others but herself as well. What would she be willing to share? Without answers, she relaxed again into a calm, conversational tone, melting into the cushions of the chair, fixing her dark gaze on Jigano.
"Who, or what, brought the barrier down, anyway?"
