Serenity

She glanced at the dagger, unimpressed with it but any such indication did not show on her face. When it came to the game of neutral expression, Zariah was a master. Most Launceleyn's worth their lick of salt were. "Interesting. So you are a Destined then." she concluded. Of course she didn't know for certain. The Queen had an inkling he was since magic users usually preferred smaller arms like the dagger if they carried arms at all, rather like archers. And he certainly wore no bow or quiver. But she would like to know. "You wouldn't have liked that heron anyways." she said with a shrug, sitting up. "Terribly sinewy, and not much meat to speak of. Their all leg and feather." She watched him quietly for a moment. "What's your name? Clearly you don't know me." Zariah Come join the chorus of the unimpressed