"You're better off finding work somewhere else, Edgebolt." Ziria commented, not looking away from her pegasus. "At least as long as Aventus here is running the show. If you lined up every member of the Greywood Company and searched for the most likely to drive a branch of the company into the dirt, Aventus here would stand out with a red blinking light." Did she need to be so scathing and unhelpful? Not in the least. Did she care? Even less. 

Of course, her aggravation - something she always had, surrounded by all these people she could usually only variably stand - only grew when she heard Maria approaching humming a chipper tune. [i]Good gods, why the hell is she so happy all the bleeding time![/i] Hell, for that matter, why was everyone so bloody happy all the damn time? Its not that Ziria was never happy - on the contrary, she could be, when the situation merited it, quite happy - but most of the time she wasn't. Happiness, as it should be, should require exceptional circumstances. Happiness should be no one's baseline, and yet most people she met were either happy or faking it (she could never tell). 

"You have absolutely no reason to be happy, so shut up." Ziria called over to the wyvern rider.