Re: Holding Pens - Hermes and Carrick
Hermes rolled easily out of the knot he'd gotten himself into up on his knees to sit back politely instead. "Your kind are silent to me, Master." That didn't stop him from usually being able to figure it out, but there was the odd ancient one that he couldn't completely read. Carrick definitely fell into that category.
"My Mistress passed, my lord. My then Master bore no great love for me at all perhaps in part because she desperately desired a daughter to inherit her lands and assets, and when he could only give her sons she decided that she much preferred the chances of a child of hers not only getting some of my more obviously attractive qualities but that perhaps the magic in my blood might mix well with the magic in hers. It wasn't my place to refuse her anything she desired. The child was born and not long after one of my Mistress' sons dosed her with belladonna and here I am...too valuable to simply be killed off and yet knowing too much to be allowed anywhere near where I might be able to give testimony."