Zariah glanced over at him, a brow arching above one of her eyes. It was good to see her? No one ever thought it was good to see her. Well, not no one. Neron had liked her being around obviously. Her children did sometimes. But mostly she didn’t really have any friends, and her family stood by her out of obligation more than anything. “I believe you might be the only living soul left with a modicum of happiness at seeing me.” She said with a light laugh as her lips curved into a smirk. Old Zariah would have never joked with an acquaintance like Ronin. But soon, hopefully, people would find that she had settled and was more even keeled.
Still a touch crazy. Still a touch ruthless. But calmer. Cooler. A bit more grown.
“It would be better if my husband was here.” She admitted quietly, staring ahead into the mist. She walked confidently despite her impaired vision, only glancing down now and then to ensure the bridge wasn’t coming to an abrupt end. “My magic is completely changed which is frustrating but…I could be worse.” She said, glancing over at him. “How about you?”
Still a touch crazy. Still a touch ruthless. But calmer. Cooler. A bit more grown.
“It would be better if my husband was here.” She admitted quietly, staring ahead into the mist. She walked confidently despite her impaired vision, only glancing down now and then to ensure the bridge wasn’t coming to an abrupt end. “My magic is completely changed which is frustrating but…I could be worse.” She said, glancing over at him. “How about you?”
