WHO: Verbena Moonstone WHEN: Day Delos freaks out. WHERE: Black Dawn SUMMARY: Verbena ponders. RATING: PG STATUS: complete
Verbena seemed to be rather cordial with all the former slaves today. So nice to them was she, that they tended to skirt around her. There was a spring in her step and a smile on her face. She hadn't felt this wonderful in forever. In fact, she felt like taking to a song, though she couldn't quite think of which one. She decided it was best not to think about that, and just enjoy the sun pooling in through the stone slatted windows from outside. The stain glass threw beautiful stretched pictures against the floor as she made her way down the path.
Maybe she'd even go for a hunt today. There wasn't much to hunt, but no one had released any of the animals that they had been keeping.
What had gotten her in such a good mood?
The rumor milling around the castle was that Delos had kicked the boyish deliverer out of his bed. He didn't remember her, and he was very cross. Apparently he'd come to his senses and now knew the truth; no human was ever good enough for him. No human, let alone one who did not even understand her place or station among his people or her own. The girl tried to force everything her way, completely demolishing everything. Though her brother was nice to look at, she looked like a slightly lankier version of him. Flatchested and all muscle. She was not well suited for leadership either, having fallen short everywhere, despite attempts to show her how.
This left Verbena with an opportunity. An opportunity to make everything right. Everything would be as it should be, and Delos would once again rule as he should. She could not do anything about the freed slaves, but even that could be fixed to an extent. Now there was only the question of how.