>>5811107“I don’t CARE!” Izirina said, stomping her foot, hands balling to fists at her side. “I don’t! Why do YOU? What are you going to DO with all this information?!”
“Well, uh…”
“Are you going to REVEAL it?” she pressed. “What do you think will happen if you’re right? That this… CONSPIRACY of shapeshifting Reptilian humanoids connected to my… To the ARCHMAGE… Is just going to let it HAPPEN?”
Izirina lowered her voice, looking over at the mirror beside her—a mirror which wrapped and twisted her visage, elongated her, and seemed to make her very serpentine in its contours.
“And if you’re wrong?” she asked, quietly. “If you don’t have the full picture Then the Archmage and… And I… We suffer scrutiny for nothing? Get… Cast down, pushed out, pariahs like your goblins?”
Both you and Zith-Zi opened your mouth as one to protest that they were not YOUR goblins, but Izirina interrupted you again.
“This is all… History. It’s all in the past. I’ve spent a YEAR thinking about this, and I just DO NOT CARE.”
The Archmage’s daughter looked at you with watery hazel eyes—eyes with normal human pupils, the eyes of a friend—not of a beast or demon or secret lizardwoman. She forced her face to maintain its serious, stiff-lipped stoniness. Eventually, she broke the held eye-contact to stare down at the floor, and the animating energy seemed to leave her body; she slumped, deflating,a nd her voice quivered.
“None of it changes anything. I… My plans are still the same either way.”