ZARIAH
I haven't been falling all this time - I've been flying
Zariah did not respond at once. She remained silent, considering the young, vibrant woman. Such wild fervor, such bold defiance - all signs of an untrained mind and soul. Such a pity that people allowed their young to grow so wildly, and turn to weeds in the face of order. In that way, potential was lost, thrown to the wayside. Some trimming could help, to give shape and form to the wildness, but it would never be as perfect as it could have been if cultivated from the start.
"How ever do you mange such a feat, girl? Are you Destined?" she asked at length, still tossing and catching the glowstone without a thought. Absentminded action did wonders to clear the mind. Slowly her eyes glanced towards the place the gourd had scurried off to hide, a smirk curving her lips. "You've a curious friend as well...a girl who walks on water and is friends with an animated pumpkin. Quite the start to a storybook, wouldn't you say?"
"How ever do you mange such a feat, girl? Are you Destined?" she asked at length, still tossing and catching the glowstone without a thought. Absentminded action did wonders to clear the mind. Slowly her eyes glanced towards the place the gourd had scurried off to hide, a smirk curving her lips. "You've a curious friend as well...a girl who walks on water and is friends with an animated pumpkin. Quite the start to a storybook, wouldn't you say?"
