In Lieu of Formalities

Zariah stared at him, unsure where this ire was coming from. One brother criticized her for not being kind enough, not helping enough, and this brother seemed to resent it. It seemed no matter what she did her family was bound to be angry with her and it was incredibly frustrating. ”Why?” she said, her frustration clear in her tone. ”You just chastised me for not helping enough, and now here I am trying to help and you’re clearly displeased.” she said, a hint of her fiery temper flaring in the wake of his cool, icy demeanor. ”What I would prefer to do is that which keeps our family safe, which sees us reach the heights of power we were always destined for, without the burden of chains to some other power that couldn’t care less about us.” Her lips pursed, hazel eyes flaring though she held back the potential explosion of rage she was infamous for. zariah If it is danger you seek, come on over. I covet tranquility but beget the tempest storm.