Zakiyah managed not to either say a word or strangle the impudent girl, and Validor also looked a little skeptical."Then I suppose if I set your first mission to cover the impending nuptuals of King Lawrence, you'd be quite happy to do that....? Or witness the birth of Queen Solinara's heir?" he asked with a smile. "I was going to ask Zaki to do that, once this whole Yarfell business was over, but since you're SO enthusiastic..."
Zakiyah made a slight sound of mirth at the thought of what War Scribe would write about such events.
"All right, then...be gone with you both. Think of this as a contest if you will, if that motivates you to do your work, even though you both know better. It matters little to me HOW you go about things, you know, only that they are done, and done well. Shoo! Death will escort you back to your physical forms, which have been moved, I believe, and should be mosly regenerated by now. Try not to piss each other off too much, all right?" He had that tone parents get when addressing teenaged siblings, that vague wistful hope that they might actually be HEEDED this time...
"Chief Chronicler, indeed," Zak mumbled under her breath, glaring sidelong at her companion. "Didn't you hear him? He's not going to MAKE you Chief Chronicler. He doesn't HAVE a "Chief Chronicler. And I'm supposed to train you? WHEN? Like you're even going to listen...."
