Post by Zarrustra on Feb 28, 2013 11:15:55 GMT -5
Zarrustra headed quickly across the street after leaving the Tavern. She needed to put distance between her and that insufferably arrogant man. She was angry at Shen certainly. Of all the people she could have run into here it would be him. But, at the moment she was more incensed at her own behavior. She told herself that it was the combined presence of every creature there and the lack of courtesy in the filthy place. However, she knew it to be a lie.
There were no better liars in all of creation than the drow. They lied so well and so often that one needed a tally sheet to keep track, sometimes even that did not help. Zari snorted and yanked the pair of spiderweave gloves, tucked into her belt, on over her continuously tingling fingers. She could lie with the best of them, too. But, she never lied to herself or she hadn't up to this point.
By all rights Shen should be dead. The hideous scar on his chest; the one he wore so proudly brought her no fulfillment or gratification. What did it matter that she almost killed him? It did not. His death was required and had been since his capture in one of the cunningly made traps scattered about the Overwood. No, that scar was evidence of her inadequacy in front of every influential figure in drow society. Were her sister not a Matron Mother it was likely she would be dead. For several months after the incident she wished to be unquestionably.
The drow did not forget or forgive failure. Zarrustra glanced up the street and found a darkened archway that would give her a perfect hiding place with which to watch the now departing Shen.
There were no better liars in all of creation than the drow. They lied so well and so often that one needed a tally sheet to keep track, sometimes even that did not help. Zari snorted and yanked the pair of spiderweave gloves, tucked into her belt, on over her continuously tingling fingers. She could lie with the best of them, too. But, she never lied to herself or she hadn't up to this point.
By all rights Shen should be dead. The hideous scar on his chest; the one he wore so proudly brought her no fulfillment or gratification. What did it matter that she almost killed him? It did not. His death was required and had been since his capture in one of the cunningly made traps scattered about the Overwood. No, that scar was evidence of her inadequacy in front of every influential figure in drow society. Were her sister not a Matron Mother it was likely she would be dead. For several months after the incident she wished to be unquestionably.
The drow did not forget or forgive failure. Zarrustra glanced up the street and found a darkened archway that would give her a perfect hiding place with which to watch the now departing Shen.