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Madeleine Gray (burnlyrical) wrote in light_of_may,

'We are higher up the food chain,' Althea informed the dog from where she had chosen to hide herself. And no, she was not quite ready to come to heel just yet because Madeleine was feeling agitated. Madeleine always felt agitated. But as with many other traits, the fire elemental's sense of superiority had rubbed off and she had to share that piece of information with Knight. 'I think Zaviar should shift. The three of us could chase it around the room. The one who catches it wins.' And then either the demon would be rather dead or it would just go away and stop bothering her ward. Which was exactly what is was doing, because she felt the elemental positively bristle at being referred to that way.

The pretty redhead. The pretty redhead. Ignoring the fact that referring to her by her physical attributes was entirely pointless since she was the only other person in the room, was that supposed to be in any way flattering? Only vaguely aware that her eyebrow had arched rather sharply and that she had turned it on Zaviar to await his response, Madeleine was only a touch appeased by his answer. It had nothing to do with it being at inadequate - which it wasn't - but that she sorely wanted to set fire to his demonic relative. Just for that. And yes, before her familiar butted in, pregnancy was a perfect excuse. "Charmed," she uttered, with all the sincerity she would have bestowed upon him had he been any one of the Calverts, ready to be used as kindling. Her smile was strained at best and her eyes were trying their hardest to glare regardless. Self-satisfied wanker. Glancing away to try and see if she could spot her familiar - 'You won't find me from there.' - her eyes fell on the demon's familiar. How exactly did one make Peking Duck, anyway? And could he not just sort out why he turned up so he could then leave?

'That duck is even making Madeleine hungry.' The noise that followed was as close to a reptilian laugh as Althea was ever going to get, and likely just a little disturbing for many. 'She used to have a children's story book about a puddle-duck called Jemima. Ask it if it's called-- Hang on.' Without moving, because she did not feel like it when she was only in pursuit of an answer, Althea directed her thoughts to the rest of the room. 'Hey, duck. Is your name Jemima?' Madeleine choked on thin air.