Trionne smiled at Dominic. "So, you do have ambitions for Wistover. You just don't want to go your own way and take back Wavemates as a nation.
Well, at least not yet.
Give it another hundred or two hundred years of human stupidity, and you might change your mind.
It's the curse of living too long.
Everyone gets old on you, the old generation passes on, and you're left behind with a bunch of wet behind the ears idiots who don't know their ass from a tea kettle.
That's how I ended up in Shersdonia."
"Oh? I thought that you were from there. Given that you've been the King's advisor for so long."
Trionne shook her head. "No, I was born in Kinewen. My whole family were Techno Witches going back thirty generations. Pure bloods, as such families used to be called.
I suppose they might still be, but they scattered in later years.
