You and I were long friends: you are now my enemy, and I am yours.
--Benjamin Franklin
In sleep, she smelled blood and stone. The blood was her own. The stone was not. The walls about her were, in fact, warded against the priestess. Half-aware, she had tried to shadowshift away, to summon a gate, to tear down the walls with a storm of fire and wind -- to no avail save exhaustion.
In sleep, her wounds throbbed and began to heal, leaving a certain, spent hunger behind in place of scars. That hunger was undeniable bloodthirst, only partially mitigated by still-unfamiliar fae magic that tingled against the palm of her hand.
In sleep, she dreamed.
In dreams, the sound of her truename echoed in her ears like the bass rumble of nearing thunder.
---
Tis my understanding that one that is under the protection of Blood House Onyx, and House Skye placed another also under our collective protections into harms way. I nae know if this be fair means or foul, however tis a concern.
I do not dictate to you the policies of your House, madame DeAuster. Do not presume to dictate mine.
Then I warn ye now Lady Skye. Should the one ye protect lure Tara with such manipulations again, the cumulative results will nae fare well for many. My telling ye this is nae to cast aspersions upon ye house, but warn ye, alliances hang in the balance over petty behaviors.
I know of no alliance between your house and mine, Madame. Save for certain informal courtesies, that is, owing to common acquaintances. If you have a -request- to make, I may consider it. If, however, you prefer to make indistinct threats and banter vagueries, feel free.
Actually Milady Skye, I was going to suggest ye speak with the one that tried to use Tara as a tool. However ye are nae terribly reasonable are ye.
I've never been reasonable, Fiona.
...Favor done Milord. Now ye best hold to my boon. Tara is nae to be ye target, unless she physically attacks ye with the intention to bring ye serious harm.
A favor, was it?!
...Something amiss, Lady Skye?
Veighn, you have caused enough dissent among those I am obliged to protect. Piss off, already.
Ye pardon? Have I done such? I stand here and now, and am open to a conversation should ye wish to recount to me the grievous offense I have given. For it is something that I am quite surly, nae aware of having a hand in. Perchance, I could rely upon ye gracious nature to grant me the reasoning for such harsh tones directed toward mineself.
You know damned well that I do not have a gracious nature. Do not count on our former alliance protecting you from me or mine anymore, Veighn.
Ye mean to break our alliance. That is nae something I like to hear. Perhaps then, we can smooth over wounds so insult is nae added to injury. Walk with me Alysia, I have nae a poisoned dirk stashed away. I mean ye no harm and offer a peaceful truce to sooth ye ire. I give ye mine solemn promise, no harm shall come to ye as he speak with me. It seems there must needs some loose ends tied and some correction of what is apparently, some sort of misunderstanding.
Guthorm is right. You are a coward, Veighn.
Chryrie, ye life hangs by a thread. It is Alysia's decision that decides which face the coin shall fall upon.
Her life is not yours to take. Veighn, I do not think you will get what you want from little games, ill-conceived goading, and artless manipulation. Those little favors have a way becoming larger and larger. You spoke of a choice, Veighn? ... What choice was that?
Ye options are as they have always been. To cede peacefully from the alliance, and leave all to rest as future events unfold. Hold true to the alliance, if not sanctify it to make it more binding, by way ye precious fae will be divorced from mine attentions permanently. Or, stand against me in open, bloody War. As far as I know, ye are currently taxed on one front. Do ye truly wish to make it two? I for one, donnae. Ye safety, to me, is of the utmost importance. But nae at the cost of mine.
Your sources, I think, are quite out-dated. I find myself free to devote all my resources to eradicating threats on other fronts. I will not suffer an alliance that requires me to stand idly by and watch you bait my consort and bully the helpless.
Then prey tell, what is ye decision.
If you have . . . let us say, a completely unlikely change of heart, one which leaves you disinclined to goad those I care for, to treat people as chess pieces in your little games -- then I think we may peacefully shed the remnants of an ill-conceived alliance. Otherwise, I will enjoy twisting your soul into a cage, to amuse me in idle moments. I take it you understand my meaning, Veighn.
Alysia, why would ye resort to one of ye more powerful means of dispatching me? So openly even? The mention of that just stirs the desire to keep ye from harms way, my dear Priestess. Perhaps, even from ye own tendencies. I have much more to offer, and do ye think for one moment I wouldn't have contingencies in place, even now?
There is no telling what lengths I might go to, in order to indulge a whim. Particularly when you have nothing to offer that is of worth to me. What would you offer? Chryrie's life? She could flay you. Lucien's? He is mortal. The day of his death has already been written.
Flay me? She can try. Lucien, aye, ye are most correct about that fact. What I have to offer is beyond the life of friends and those ye have familial ties with. The question is, are ye intrigued enough to know them, or are ye going to stand alone and continue to goad me. Ye diplomacy skills have greatly depreciated in these few moments, Priestess, and I would grant ye a moment to gather ye faculties about ye once more. Aye, I presume to grant ye the time to take out mine suggestion! Ye listen, and well priestess. Mine offer is nae infinite, but quite the opposite. If ye mean to venture this storm, then I have nae the cause to attempt to detour ye. Though, I tell ye true, what ye know of me and what I can do, ye donnae know all. I am much harder to put down than ye can imagine, and it will be a long and expensive war for all whom wish to become involved.
Diplomacy has never been a strong point of mine, and I do not believe you have anything other than empty words to offer, Veighn. You have yet to deliver anything of use to me. If you have nothing now other than words and pleas for diplomacy, you will see my standards.
--Benjamin Franklin
In sleep, she smelled blood and stone. The blood was her own. The stone was not. The walls about her were, in fact, warded against the priestess. Half-aware, she had tried to shadowshift away, to summon a gate, to tear down the walls with a storm of fire and wind -- to no avail save exhaustion.
In sleep, her wounds throbbed and began to heal, leaving a certain, spent hunger behind in place of scars. That hunger was undeniable bloodthirst, only partially mitigated by still-unfamiliar fae magic that tingled against the palm of her hand.
In sleep, she dreamed.
In dreams, the sound of her truename echoed in her ears like the bass rumble of nearing thunder.
---
Tis my understanding that one that is under the protection of Blood House Onyx, and House Skye placed another also under our collective protections into harms way. I nae know if this be fair means or foul, however tis a concern.
I do not dictate to you the policies of your House, madame DeAuster. Do not presume to dictate mine.
Then I warn ye now Lady Skye. Should the one ye protect lure Tara with such manipulations again, the cumulative results will nae fare well for many. My telling ye this is nae to cast aspersions upon ye house, but warn ye, alliances hang in the balance over petty behaviors.
I know of no alliance between your house and mine, Madame. Save for certain informal courtesies, that is, owing to common acquaintances. If you have a -request- to make, I may consider it. If, however, you prefer to make indistinct threats and banter vagueries, feel free.
Actually Milady Skye, I was going to suggest ye speak with the one that tried to use Tara as a tool. However ye are nae terribly reasonable are ye.
I've never been reasonable, Fiona.
...Favor done Milord. Now ye best hold to my boon. Tara is nae to be ye target, unless she physically attacks ye with the intention to bring ye serious harm.
A favor, was it?!
...Something amiss, Lady Skye?
Veighn, you have caused enough dissent among those I am obliged to protect. Piss off, already.
Ye pardon? Have I done such? I stand here and now, and am open to a conversation should ye wish to recount to me the grievous offense I have given. For it is something that I am quite surly, nae aware of having a hand in. Perchance, I could rely upon ye gracious nature to grant me the reasoning for such harsh tones directed toward mineself.
You know damned well that I do not have a gracious nature. Do not count on our former alliance protecting you from me or mine anymore, Veighn.
Ye mean to break our alliance. That is nae something I like to hear. Perhaps then, we can smooth over wounds so insult is nae added to injury. Walk with me Alysia, I have nae a poisoned dirk stashed away. I mean ye no harm and offer a peaceful truce to sooth ye ire. I give ye mine solemn promise, no harm shall come to ye as he speak with me. It seems there must needs some loose ends tied and some correction of what is apparently, some sort of misunderstanding.
Guthorm is right. You are a coward, Veighn.
Chryrie, ye life hangs by a thread. It is Alysia's decision that decides which face the coin shall fall upon.
Her life is not yours to take. Veighn, I do not think you will get what you want from little games, ill-conceived goading, and artless manipulation. Those little favors have a way becoming larger and larger. You spoke of a choice, Veighn? ... What choice was that?
Ye options are as they have always been. To cede peacefully from the alliance, and leave all to rest as future events unfold. Hold true to the alliance, if not sanctify it to make it more binding, by way ye precious fae will be divorced from mine attentions permanently. Or, stand against me in open, bloody War. As far as I know, ye are currently taxed on one front. Do ye truly wish to make it two? I for one, donnae. Ye safety, to me, is of the utmost importance. But nae at the cost of mine.
Your sources, I think, are quite out-dated. I find myself free to devote all my resources to eradicating threats on other fronts. I will not suffer an alliance that requires me to stand idly by and watch you bait my consort and bully the helpless.
Then prey tell, what is ye decision.
If you have . . . let us say, a completely unlikely change of heart, one which leaves you disinclined to goad those I care for, to treat people as chess pieces in your little games -- then I think we may peacefully shed the remnants of an ill-conceived alliance. Otherwise, I will enjoy twisting your soul into a cage, to amuse me in idle moments. I take it you understand my meaning, Veighn.
Alysia, why would ye resort to one of ye more powerful means of dispatching me? So openly even? The mention of that just stirs the desire to keep ye from harms way, my dear Priestess. Perhaps, even from ye own tendencies. I have much more to offer, and do ye think for one moment I wouldn't have contingencies in place, even now?
There is no telling what lengths I might go to, in order to indulge a whim. Particularly when you have nothing to offer that is of worth to me. What would you offer? Chryrie's life? She could flay you. Lucien's? He is mortal. The day of his death has already been written.
Flay me? She can try. Lucien, aye, ye are most correct about that fact. What I have to offer is beyond the life of friends and those ye have familial ties with. The question is, are ye intrigued enough to know them, or are ye going to stand alone and continue to goad me. Ye diplomacy skills have greatly depreciated in these few moments, Priestess, and I would grant ye a moment to gather ye faculties about ye once more. Aye, I presume to grant ye the time to take out mine suggestion! Ye listen, and well priestess. Mine offer is nae infinite, but quite the opposite. If ye mean to venture this storm, then I have nae the cause to attempt to detour ye. Though, I tell ye true, what ye know of me and what I can do, ye donnae know all. I am much harder to put down than ye can imagine, and it will be a long and expensive war for all whom wish to become involved.
Diplomacy has never been a strong point of mine, and I do not believe you have anything other than empty words to offer, Veighn. You have yet to deliver anything of use to me. If you have nothing now other than words and pleas for diplomacy, you will see my standards.