Zariah
Zariah chuckled, a low, smooth sound that had a slight echo in the quite bare room - a true contrast to the tinkling of the crystal beneath her blood-red nails. "Well, given the people of Halo have sense, I should think it not be so impossible a task." she said with a slight shrug. Unlike the Grounders, who held tradition above all else, the people of Halo held survival above all else. If someone had a way to make that easier, then great. Simple enough.
"I trust you to use your judgement in what will win the people over best." the Archmage said with a nod, lifting her glass to her lips to sip the warm mulled wine. As far as Zariah was concerned, the conversation was over. Ingrid had her marching orders, and Zariah had defended her good name.
"I trust you to use your judgement in what will win the people over best." the Archmage said with a nod, lifting her glass to her lips to sip the warm mulled wine. As far as Zariah was concerned, the conversation was over. Ingrid had her marching orders, and Zariah had defended her good name.
Beautiful like a forest fire
