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Eyeris
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"He can eat... whatever you see fit." Hibiscus left Cara then, just turned about and walked away. There was to much on her mind for her to be distracted by dogs and women. She had a problem to be solved. She did attend dinner, but was distance and distracted. For the next three days she did not leave her work-room, for she was solving the problem.
And it seemed that she did, so she was at ease for by the time the wedding was rolling around.
It was a full moon, the best time to make promises. With it being 'bad luck to see the bride before the wedding', so left Kapera to attend Cara for the evening.
Cara adjusted surprisingly well. She had her dog and her chickens... and under Remingtons tutelage she was becoming a good cook.
Hibiscus was in her work-room the night before the wedding, her outfit for the following day was hanging by the horn of a demon skull mounted on the wall.
It was, of course, white. Remington insisted that Lady Cara wanted her to dress dashingly, Lady Cara was shy, and would not assert herself directly.
The arrangements were made, the alter was arranged to Hibiscus's liking, and the flowers and isles arranged to Cara'sl liking. Kapera would be the flower girl and Remington the ring bearer and Chester the... best-dog.
In her study Hibiscus had a hard time focusing on her real work, a rarity, What is it that distracts me? She allowed her mind to wander experimentally, she was thinking of Cara of course. Cold feet? As they say... She remembered Cara's first night, full of wine, carefree in her new room... She tapped the nib of her pen on the desk, red ink soaked into the wood...
The candles blew out.
Hibiscus straightened, waiting, but they never re-lit. Which was odd, for any messenger spell should create blue-light like last time.
"Your wondering now why the messenger spell isn't working correctly."
Hibiscus stood in an instant, pressed her back into the bookshelf, her hand found an antler, she brandished it like a weapon. If she had a heart, it would have been beating at a rapid pace, her breath would have been ragged. Instead her face was placid but her obsidian eyes narrowed at the darkness.
"As you have now deducted, that is because this is not a message..."
She jabbed the antler into the darkness, and spoke words of power, but those words were cut off as she felt a hand clutching her throat and squeezed. It pinned her against the shelf then lifted her. She dangled. Her black eyes glowed with dark magic, but all that was useless now... unless against him.
"This is revenge."
And it seemed that she did, so she was at ease for by the time the wedding was rolling around.
It was a full moon, the best time to make promises. With it being 'bad luck to see the bride before the wedding', so left Kapera to attend Cara for the evening.
Cara adjusted surprisingly well. She had her dog and her chickens... and under Remingtons tutelage she was becoming a good cook.
Hibiscus was in her work-room the night before the wedding, her outfit for the following day was hanging by the horn of a demon skull mounted on the wall.
It was, of course, white. Remington insisted that Lady Cara wanted her to dress dashingly, Lady Cara was shy, and would not assert herself directly.
The arrangements were made, the alter was arranged to Hibiscus's liking, and the flowers and isles arranged to Cara'sl liking. Kapera would be the flower girl and Remington the ring bearer and Chester the... best-dog.
In her study Hibiscus had a hard time focusing on her real work, a rarity, What is it that distracts me? She allowed her mind to wander experimentally, she was thinking of Cara of course. Cold feet? As they say... She remembered Cara's first night, full of wine, carefree in her new room... She tapped the nib of her pen on the desk, red ink soaked into the wood...
The candles blew out.
Hibiscus straightened, waiting, but they never re-lit. Which was odd, for any messenger spell should create blue-light like last time.
"Your wondering now why the messenger spell isn't working correctly."
Hibiscus stood in an instant, pressed her back into the bookshelf, her hand found an antler, she brandished it like a weapon. If she had a heart, it would have been beating at a rapid pace, her breath would have been ragged. Instead her face was placid but her obsidian eyes narrowed at the darkness.
"As you have now deducted, that is because this is not a message..."
She jabbed the antler into the darkness, and spoke words of power, but those words were cut off as she felt a hand clutching her throat and squeezed. It pinned her against the shelf then lifted her. She dangled. Her black eyes glowed with dark magic, but all that was useless now... unless against him.
"This is revenge."