Zariah the Merciless
Zariah merely raised a brow back, an almost silent challenge as a small smirk curved her lips. Perhaps over time she could goad her frozen-hearted lover into taking a step closer to the fire. But she nodded slowly as he described the situation and the people. It made sense to her. ”I will refrain from taking too many bold steps then and follow your lead until you think they are comfortable with the change, and I get a better sense of the people myself.” she said quietly. It wouldn’t do to rock the boat Neron had built in this frozen tundra after all.
”Ask and ye shall receive.”
Zariah smiled the tiniest bit, pleased with that answer. A partnership, in a way. He wanted to be appraised first, perhaps allowed input, but otherwise, he seemed to still retain some trust of her ability to make appropriate strides in the right direction. ”Of course. I am more than amenable to such an arrangement. I should think we will make quite the formidable pair.” she said in a velvety smooth tone.
”Ask and ye shall receive.”
Zariah smiled the tiniest bit, pleased with that answer. A partnership, in a way. He wanted to be appraised first, perhaps allowed input, but otherwise, he seemed to still retain some trust of her ability to make appropriate strides in the right direction. ”Of course. I am more than amenable to such an arrangement. I should think we will make quite the formidable pair.” she said in a velvety smooth tone.
