slow burn

Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. "A pity. It sounds it would be particularly tragic should there be an attuned with a raven shift then." she said, a ghost of a smirk curving her lips. As Eloise spoke, Zariah lifted a hand and with a flick of her wrist a maid appeared from seemingly nowhere and the Archmage whispered in the young woman's ear. Despite the quiet exchange, from which the maid departed quickly, Zariah's hazel gaze never left Eloise. She was the guest after all, the maid merely a tool to maintain proper hospitality of course. "I hear Torchline is rather rough around the edges, though it has Halo beat in terms of climate." she said, head tilting, feeling out where this conversation was headed. "Indeed, we do know better than that, don't we? It is music to my ears to hear some still keep our people's ways in mind." she said, lips curving into a small smile. "Is that why you have come then? The Academy?"