"Hearts are flawed things. Though we may have the best intentions they can be misplaced," she said, nodding her head in agreement, "but if we learn from those mistakes we can only do better." Jezanna wanted to believe that Aislinn, even Isorath who she had not known, had only had their people's safety in mind when they chose to close the gates, to split the court. She didn't think they did it out of malice. Ignorance, maybe, and pride, but were not all creatures prone to those things?
The midnight woman's eyes drifted over the silent streets, empty but for a few bodies here and there. "I see strength in them, to remain, to persevere. They will draw more strength, too, from those they look toward," she indicated toward Araxes, though the sentiment was not only for her. The court would draw their courage from those they trusted and who lead them in their time of need. The champions, the warden. Perhaps, even, the regime. Not everyone had, after all, thought they were in the wrong.
"Yes, that I believe. News will spread and some will return." She thought of those had who been chased away with the promise of a dragon at their backs, "and others will come to use anew." Fortunately the gates had been closed for a relatively short time. Perhaps that, if anything, they could thank the gods here for. Though she couldn't say how quickly change would happen, Jezanna new in time it would come. Change, of all things, was inevitable. It could be put off but never prevented.
@Araxes Maybe we can wrap things up in the next round?
