Awakening

You stare at the broken mirror Shattered reflections of the past I think we may be standing in the same Shadows that have been cast Zariah smirked at Edrei's unkind but terribly accurate portrayal of Loren. "I suppose, unless Remi makes a habit of picking up strays, thinking he can 'fix them' like a fool. But I suspect there is more to it than that. Loren wished to prove he was not so useless as he was. I doubt he would have spent much time with the alchemist if he did not possess something Loren thought he could manipulate to his benefit." she said, still amused by Edrei's description. Narcissistic, uptight, martyr-wanna-be. She could distinctly hear in her mind Neron's laughter, snickering at his lesser-twin's expense without remorse. How terribly she missed him. "That is because he, like every other Natural swine here, has been living in his own shit and calling it 'culture'. Then when someone comes to clean up their pen, they all get their curly pigtails in a bunch as if they'd been planning to get their act together all along." Zariah snipped, not at Edrei, more so at the subject. Her distaste for the Natural creed was tangible. They were almost worse than those without magic frankly. "We will show them what real culture is. We will teach them order. And if they cannot learn, they will be put down so as not to taint the whole herd with their disease." Zariah wasn't sure what this 'gun' thing was, but she tilted her head to the side in curiosity. It sounded like quite the powerful magical item, one that could be useful particularly to those who had yet to fully harness their magical abilities. "I will figure out how useful the alchemist actually is...you procure the gun for us by any means necessary." Zariah, splitting the tasks between them. ZARIAH