Post by Abby/Blood Offerings on Nov 6, 2013 23:06:26 GMT -8
She sat in the rain at the very top of the highest point of her home, looking out over what was hers. She couldn't see quite to her borders, but she knew where they were. And she knew every Changeling that lived within them. They were hers, too. Court politics or not, she would take care of what was hers. Vows of Fealty or not, she knew that they knew they were hers. Hers to protect, hers to cherish, and hers to punish if they got out of line.
Her eyes swept from one side to the other, instinctively checking her borders for intruders. She knew that this place would look like a tasty morsel to any who didn't know what it was. Any who thought they could take it from her. She snorted at the thought, derisive to the core. They could try, but between them, her people would help her keep this place. It was hers, by Blood and by Dream, and she was very happy that people around here understood that.
She leaned her head back to catch the rain on her face, closing her eyes for a moment. Moira had spoken to her again. Detailed out what was to happen. It meant playing political games. Horrid, useless political games. Something that she would honestly prefer to avoid at all costs.
But Moira had asked so politely. Had stated first that she knew that no one else would ever own this land. That wasn't the issue. The issue was keeping idiots from trying while there were bigger fish to fry. And while she purred at the thought of defending her land and proving, once and for all, that she could hold it against all comers, she wasn't so far gone down that road that she couldn't see the sense in the pointy ear's plan.
So she'd go along with it. For now. For as long as it proved to be worth it. That was all she had promised, and had only done so because she knew Moira understood. Understood better than anyone except perhaps Herve what her nature was now. Her Dream. Petty politics didn't come into it. Strength and the will to lead were all that mattered.
But sometimes, for friends, you make sacrifices. And this one wasn't too much to ask.
For now.
Her eyes swept from one side to the other, instinctively checking her borders for intruders. She knew that this place would look like a tasty morsel to any who didn't know what it was. Any who thought they could take it from her. She snorted at the thought, derisive to the core. They could try, but between them, her people would help her keep this place. It was hers, by Blood and by Dream, and she was very happy that people around here understood that.
She leaned her head back to catch the rain on her face, closing her eyes for a moment. Moira had spoken to her again. Detailed out what was to happen. It meant playing political games. Horrid, useless political games. Something that she would honestly prefer to avoid at all costs.
But Moira had asked so politely. Had stated first that she knew that no one else would ever own this land. That wasn't the issue. The issue was keeping idiots from trying while there were bigger fish to fry. And while she purred at the thought of defending her land and proving, once and for all, that she could hold it against all comers, she wasn't so far gone down that road that she couldn't see the sense in the pointy ear's plan.
So she'd go along with it. For now. For as long as it proved to be worth it. That was all she had promised, and had only done so because she knew Moira understood. Understood better than anyone except perhaps Herve what her nature was now. Her Dream. Petty politics didn't come into it. Strength and the will to lead were all that mattered.
But sometimes, for friends, you make sacrifices. And this one wasn't too much to ask.
For now.