Zethar;
I don't like feeling confused.
I hate it.
Aside from personally making me feel like a massive fool, it makes my next line of action blurry.
In fights, such uncertainty could cost your life.
Confusion makes my skin itch. Makes my temper boil over. When I'm like this, I keep searching for something to strike just so the feeling would fucking stop.
That is why I'm here. Because if I don't get help, I'm going to fuckinglosee it.
Zerana doesn't look surprised when I step into her chambers.
She rarely looks surprised by anything we do these days.
To get a reaction out of her, you'd have to be holding up some rare medical treasure or spewing some jargon about experiments.
Another way to get her attention is… if you're Aunt Selthía.
I stare at the woman who's seated at her worktable. Her hair has been braided back roughly, and I just know she did it herself.
