Alric nodded. "Indeed, your sensory prowess is the interest of many worlds."
Zalya sighed, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the table. "Exactly. While our senses give us unique advantages, they are not too beneficial in direct combat, especially when pitted against some of the high-species with formidable combat abilities. Without strength, we might have long been subjugated or exploited for our gifts."
Alric's eyes darkened, a hint of bitterness lacing his voice. "High-species, high-council, high-whatever... what stupid term…."
Zalya shrugged, twirling a strand of her hair. "Well, it's not me who came up with that. The general populace coined such terms for the species that the council represents. But I do get your point."
Alric leaned back, his gaze distant. "That council, their grip on power is absolute. Some members have been there for too long, they've become synonymous with their titles. It's unnerving."
