Serenity

Zariah considered quietly, tilting her head side to side. She could in a way see what he meant, she just didn’t think she agreed with it. ”I suppose. But is surviving and enduring equivalent to thriving?” she asked, watching him closely. ”Because that is what I would like to see, a thriving population, not one just making it by the skin on their teeth.” Really, that was what the Hollowed Grounds had been. A ragtag community just making do. They didn’t have time to grow or explore or advance because simply getting by was a struggle. His suggestions and critiques were expected and unsurprising, but she didn’t let it show on her face. ”My guard have been eager to enforce the new laws. They were the ones who asked me to lead, and have been in want of structure to organize the chaos that has defined their existence. I will review their recent actions to ensure they are acting justly.” she said with a light shrug. She hadn’t made any arrests herself. In fact, even when being cussed at and screamed at, she had sent on young man away without consequence. ”I would be happy to discuss any questions and appeals with any here. As of yet though, none have come knocking on my door. Though I do believe I posted audience times in my initial notice.” She said. To say she had somehow not been listening or not open to parlay was unfounded. This was a two way street. She opened herself to questions – people needed to come and ask now. Zariah Come join the chorus of the unimpressed