Vioroll shook his head, then realized she couldn't see it. "No, it 's not that you lack power. Something is blocking you from using it to its fullest." He looked upwards, his eyes unfocusing as he thought about the past. "Your aunt wouldn't have let you stay if she thought you were weak. That's something you need to understand. If you weren't... acceptable, weren't at her standards, you would have been exiled or worse years ago. Z'laenna doesn't tolerate weakness. Especially not from family."
He took a step closer to her. "And I don't think your mother held you back either. Honestly, I'm glad you aren't as cold as I am. War has been led by those types long enough." He hesitated for a moment. "If you can actually reach through your blocks and realize who you can really be."
He took a step closer to her. "And I don't think your mother held you back either. Honestly, I'm glad you aren't as cold as I am. War has been led by those types long enough." He hesitated for a moment. "If you can actually reach through your blocks and realize who you can really be."
