Zariah
Zariah was in a foul mood. Not that she was ever in a particularly fabulous mood, always lurking on the edge of irritation or anger. But today was an exception. The public audience had been a nightmare and she had half a mind to have Jigano hung simply because she could, and she would get such great pleasure out of seeing him dead and blowing in the breeze. But alas, that would only serve to prove her point.
He would get his comeuppance in due time.
The rapping on her door and her looking up from the enlistment form she had just received, analyzing who was and who was not listed (puzzling, a Fae signed up? She would have to send Delah a message about that…). ”Come in, Edrei, you needn’t knock.” she called back, eyes still scanning her papers.
He would get his comeuppance in due time.
The rapping on her door and her looking up from the enlistment form she had just received, analyzing who was and who was not listed (puzzling, a Fae signed up? She would have to send Delah a message about that…). ”Come in, Edrei, you needn’t knock.” she called back, eyes still scanning her papers.
Beautiful like a forest fire
