ZARIAH
I haven't been falling all this time - I've been flying
"Indeed, I would and I shall." she said with a sure nod. Why should Neron get away with not paying his debts? He thought himself far more grand and clever than he deserved. Jace looked up at Eirachi with steady, wide green eyes. Curious, but unafraid, having inherited his mother's fearless boldness, but his father's calm, cool demeanor. Zariah's lips merely twitched to a smirk at the observation about her title. Cold as ice, despite her fiery wrath, was the Merciless, and she embraced it without hesitation.
All Launceleyns had been raised to think of themselves and each other as tools in a way after all. Her children were no exception.
She pondered the goddess's words for a moment, thinking tactically through what might result from the options presented to her. "If you leave the Academy I have built unscathed, I can ensure there is no doubt left of your message in the minds of those left." she said smoothly, plans already spinning up in her mind. Whether it was the Eirachi's real message to the people or not did not matter, so long a it left Neron nothing on which to stand or stake claim.
All Launceleyns had been raised to think of themselves and each other as tools in a way after all. Her children were no exception.
She pondered the goddess's words for a moment, thinking tactically through what might result from the options presented to her. "If you leave the Academy I have built unscathed, I can ensure there is no doubt left of your message in the minds of those left." she said smoothly, plans already spinning up in her mind. Whether it was the Eirachi's real message to the people or not did not matter, so long a it left Neron nothing on which to stand or stake claim.
