@grandmaster-dashi wants a world where Mia is no longer pure.
“Oh dear, Dashi,” Mia hums, looking at him with sorrow in her eyes. It isn’t true sorrow, just a look to add power to her words. Theatrics have their place and today she needs them. “It is sad that you cannot see as I do now. See how I- we -can make this world better.”
She steps up to him on light feet, gossamer skirts trailing behind her and gold jewellery glinting on her arms. She no longer feels the need to wear a monk robe, those drab things never complimented her beauty anyway. Now she feels free enough to wear whatever she wants whenever she wants. No more duty. No more restricting Xiaolin rules. Now Mia is free, for she is the one making the rules.
“They serve and they don’t hurt each other or themselves. They serve and they are happy. See?” Her hand waves out, indication the once proud monks of Akasha Temple, now her devoted acolytes. Since being forced into enlightenment Mia has gained an alluring quality that makes the weak of will serve her. It is rather helpful for a woman aspiring to be queen of the world.
