looks can be intriguing

Zariah happened to be out later than usual, which didn’t bother her terribly much. But she was waiting and she hated waiting. It was mind-numbing and boring and she wanted to be doing something. Of course, that was easier said than done in this wasteland of chaos and sniveling fools. And so while she waited – the narrator failed to mention that Beatrix had forgotten something and skipped off to the manor – she watched Jace. Jace was usually a very sedentary child. Sure, he played and had moments of rambunctiousness, but he was just as keen to lounge and nap the day away having inherited his father’s eyes and habits. But like any young child he was quite intrigued but the moving mud, and so chased it around. Occasionally he would look up at his mother and point at it expectantly, and the Merciless obliged her offspring by shooting small bits of lightning at the memory mud to make it move in new directions. Zariah Come join the chorus of the unimpressed