"He doesn't forgive so easily." Vedette said in a knowing way. She'd upset him, but it was far past the point of captain to Prince. Those things could be forgiven, or you ended up in a noose. No, there was something else there in the way he'd spoken to her. Knowing without knowing. Or maybe she was thinking too hard on the subject. Vedette's cool blue eyes were on her drink. The frosted glass was melting in the warmth of the room, with its roaring fires that cast an orange glow on every one of the inhabitants. Uncomfortably warm. Her fingers closed around the glass and brought it to her lips. She drained it by half. It tasted like bitter on her tongue but it was warm in her belly. She'd missed Faustben every moment she was gone. But her thoughts hadn't gone that far to see it.
Faustben was her home. Ithacles had said that. She'd never considered calling any one place home, not since the breaking. Homes could be taken away, destroyed, and Vedette wasn't sure if she wanted to be tied to any one place. And if they knew what she really was? What if Ulbarich knew? She hesitated with the glass there close to her mouth. Thinking over what she said. She'd been easy to enrage, because her emotions were still so close to the surface. She shouldn't have acted like that. Now she felt guilty for yelling. But she had said she was sorry. She had explained everything to him to the best of her ability.
If he didn't want her around, she would go.
"Why aren't you talking? You haven't spoken a word." Vedette said, hoping the subject change would allow her more time to think. "I apologize for not greeting you but I was.." Vedette waved her hand, and set her drink down. "Well. I could have done introductions but I thought Ithacles knew who everyone was and he was the reason I came to the castle.." Vedette let out a breath.
"But really. It's odd. You're just shaking your head and giving looks and writing things down." Vedette looked right at him. The question was there. What had happened to keep him from speaking. Far enough from the castle and it's stuffy propriety, he should have been able to speak freely.