The Hand That Feeds

Mariah's gaze met Caedes's, her expression thoughtful as she considered his question. There was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, a hint of vulnerability as she spoke. “Worried … no. But it would make things a lot easier if they were accepting.” She was prepared to make a stance if she had to. Resist whatever stipulations that might try and be enforced. However, it would be far more pleasant for everyone involved if it didn’t have to come to that. Blinking away the thoughts, she tuned out the brooding haze. “Do you have any insight?” She asked lightly, curious as to how he would navigate the situation.

"Mariah Mendacium"