Over the seasons, the mutant problem had progressively gotten worse and worse. It was too hectic at this point to really make heads or tails of the situation. At the end of the day, it came down to what it always came down to. People killing people. Lots of people. But, wasn't that just what animals did when they found creatures that were different from themselves? It was just the kind of world the Immortals had managed to craft and damn the ones who couldn't give two shets about all the people that suffered for it. On that topic, damn whatever immortal had allowed Padfoot's Freakshow to come about. It seemed like every trial the situation in Etzos got worse and worse, and it wasn't just because of the mutants either. It was disheartening, and it almost wasn't worth waking up and facing the new trial each morning. Nightshade being Nightshade had an idea or two on how to deal with the situation, but not really the proper person to speak the ideas to. In all her time in Etzos she'd made the effort to befriend people and earning trust, but she had never done any proper political 'networking', something she was greatly starting to regret as further progress towards her goal would require it.
Having friends in high places though was a good way to start, having friends among the guards was even better. Somewhere along the way she'd managed to get the chance to speak with Lady Terris on the situation. It made the situation easier, but it didn't do much good for her nerves. On top of not really having any political allies or friends, the half-breed didn't really know much about politics in general besides the fact she distrusted most of the people on top, case and point being the leader of the Black Guard who she was a little bitter towards. It was wrong to cast judgment so early, but so far none of her experiences with the man had been anything short of unpleasant and disheartening. What happened with Parren still ruffled her feathers. To treat life so carelessly, he didn't even try to find some other way to deal with the situation. It left a sour almost rotten flavor resting on the tip of her tongue, a flavor that usually drenched her words when speaking of the man, even if her facial expression was ever passive.
"You may enter now," a guard told the woman who had patiently been waiting to enter the office of the lady. She could still feel unrest fluttering in the pit of her stomach, it swelled and flew around like Icarus' birds making her sick and dizzy. There were two fears that were the most pressing in the back of her mind. The first of which was that this woman might not be the best to turn to. Though the citizens sang her praises, Nightshade herself had nothing to go off of. Whether she was a ball python or a viper had yet to be decided, but even for a bearer of Taithir, not all snakes were meant to be friends. The second idea that shook her was the idea that perhaps this woman would be a good person to turn to, but Night would mess it up. Just being an Avriel already stacked the odds against her no matter how much praise she managed to earn. On top of that Night, even though she had been raised by a merchant who acted like royalty, wasn't the best with words or people. She knew her weaknesses! She wasn't a fool enough to ignore them like her kindred pure of their breeding. And that scared her because she was caught in the middle of human stupidy and crass avriel pride, one word wrong or one emotion she let slip could spell the end.
She took a deep breath and forced the thoughts into the back of her mind, trying to ignore the painful churning in her gut as she entered the room. Ah, and of course, who would she find? The find Lady with none other than the leader of the Black Guard. That didn't shock her as much as it just started stepping all over her hopes. She knew that Lady Terris and Capt. Segrille were close, but she still did not like the captain! She gave a respectful nod to both of them as she entered the room, as Night was not the kind of person to smile upon greetings. Smiling was usually reserved for young children, distressed adult, and Noth, usually in that order as Noth tended to both upset children and distress adults. Though as she nodded to the captain, her eyes lingered a little bit longer. Her expression, ever passive, but her eyes practically flaring. Not so much with hate, as much as spite. The look in them wasn't completely bitter and resentful as much as the kind of look one might have while they were proudly boasting 'I'll prove you wrong' when you tell them that no, it's not possible to ride a Carowa off a waterfall and still live but have it be dead because immortals know your friend sure as hell doesn't have the skill with a sword to kill one of those hardy feks.
"Lady Terris... and Capt. Segrille," she said in a gentle yet authoritative tone. To those who were familiar with Avriel, Night's vocalization while average in respect by human standard was greatly respectful in regard to the prideful bird beasts. Of course, it was still strong, the woman had learned to have a little confidence in her own ability and wasn't the meek mewling creature she was the first time she'd set foot in the city. But she wasn't a pompous horse hopping cranberry feknut of a bird who couldn't manage to pull their head out of their arse for long enough to be a productive member of society for 10 immortal damned trills. Nightshade was officially sick of dealing with her own kind, but as humanity was the lesser of two evils, she'd do her best to drag them out of their damnation bound nosedive.
The woman allowed her eyes to linger on the stack of papers for a moment, a small sigh heaving her shoulders. "Well. It wouldn't be a lie to say I expected more," the half-breed said with the tiniest hint of a smirk, the bitter wit glinting in her midnight blues. "Though that isn't to say the situation is exactly preferable either. Now, I'm sure you've heard the situation rehashed over and over with 'solution' after 'solution'," the sarcasm was particularly strong as she allowed her voice to drawl on the word solution, "so I'll try and cut to the quick and short. If you take a look at both halves of the argument, neither side is really free of blame. And while I'm sure you've heard it said plenty of times that the mutants should just be gotten rid of and it might very well be easier than some options, that isn't necessarily fair to them. Similarly, it isn't fair to the guards and farmers who have lost their lives to the ones who are running amok and having a grand old time eating everyone they come across. While I'd like to be optimistic the only real option we have, if we don't want mass casualty, is to try and separate humans and mutants. I purpose that a scouting party looks for an area where we could set up a town specifically for the mutants. It would be the easiest way to protect them from harassment and scorn in a way that's more long-term and leads to the least amount of orphans on both sides of the argument.
"At the very least we'll be able to make sure that everyone is safe. If we handle the situation correctly and find a good spot to set up the town, we've got a super-powered guard of monster people who could fend off potential enemies since you know well enough we're surrounded by them," she said letting the implication of the various immortal run cities, as well as the monstrous plains to the west, hang in the air. She made sure not to say 'Immortals know' as she wasn't sure on the pair's stance against them. In addition to that, she allowed her wings to curl around her slight, just enough to hide her arms and the marks that sat on either one. "Thanks to my lines of work I have experience with both combat as well as scouting, cartography isn't something entirely foreign and I know what to look for geographically, so I'd be more than happy to help. I'd be more than happy to help even if you don't approve of my plan, as long as the plan you do choose protects the most innocent lives as possible," she said. It sounded so idealistic to say, and coming out of someone else's mouth it might have sounded a little off, but there was a strong conviction in Nightshade's eyes that matched the words. She waited quietly to see what the responses might be, her only prayer being that she wouldn't be laughed or yelled out of the office.