Frivolous Flowers

The former queen listened quietly, doll-like face blank, expressionless, and unreadable. And for a time after the young woman fell silent, she remained still and contemplative. How sad it was, that such a talent, had been given to one who could not see the twist of her logic, and thus limited herself. "And you truly believe that a little shift from some Outlanders will make them accept you? That this bit of happiness you've created will not be dispelled as soon as you reveal who you truly are?" she asked softly, not accusing, but curious if she could see the flaw in her reasoning. Zariah knew these people wouldn't accept her. She knew her little Oasis would come crashing down around her. And she was confident that this young woman knew it too. "You say you've a right to be here, and I agree, you do. But so long as you pretend you are what you are not, you accomplish nothing." she said with a shrug. It was easy to be accepted when you pretended you were not something to loathe. "If you wish to truly make a point, to prove that you and your skills have a place in this world...I would make you an offer." she said, tilting her head slightly. Zariah loved the Abandoned above all the others - any who had been under her rule would know that. Zariah I won't be held down by who I used to be