ZARIAH
I haven't been falling all this time - I've been flying
Zariah quirked a brow as she took the vase, lifting it to inspect the imagery and artistry of the piece. She was silent, expression passive and unreadable as she looked it over. Clearly the woman was meant to be her - which was always a lovely form of flattery, who didn't want to be the subject of art after all? - and the vase itself of impressive craftmanship. A very worthy gift, she thought. Without any perceptible prompting, a maid appeared, taking the vase from the Archmage to deliver it to her personal room. "A lovely gift, I am flattered." she said slowly, a smirk curving her lips as she looked at Amun.
But something about him was...different. She couldn't quite place her finger on it though.
She accepted the goblet of wine with a delicate grasp, pointed nails clinking lightly against the sides. "Appreciation? Whatever for?" she asked, brow still raised.
But something about him was...different. She couldn't quite place her finger on it though.
She accepted the goblet of wine with a delicate grasp, pointed nails clinking lightly against the sides. "Appreciation? Whatever for?" she asked, brow still raised.
