Shield Meet Crown

”My, my…” Zariah ‘tsk’s, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth as a slow smirk curves her lips. ”Such fire you have…such a pity you’ve clearly been raised without any concept of how to use it. It must be terribly frustrating to want to will the world to be as you see it and yet watch it crumble in your wake instead.” she said, shaking her head lightly, pity and disappointment dripping from every syllable. ”I cannot help but wonder how many such as yourself have come and gone from this place in the last three hundred years. If only you had someone to show you how to make the most of your potential.” she said, watching her with a considering gaze. ”But are you too far gone, or can you learn the righteous path of order? I suppose time will tell.” Zariah took a few steps forward, glancing towards the Shrine briefly, as if she might catch glimpse of a god. Hazel eyes trail back to Amalia, a cold smile tugging at her lips. ”Oh, quite the contrary, my dear, perhaps you’ve wit enough hidden in your fire to better frame such opinions so that they accomplish something other than juvenile, self-indulgent complaining. Are you up to the challenge?” zariah If my strength intimidates you, I hope you realize that is a weakness of yours.