Somewhere in the back street slums of Draega. Hayll, Terreille.
For Surreal, it had only been a week since Sadi had tossed his tantrum at Tersa, and so she flattened her ears when he came into her room and sat down on the bed, calling in a book and laying it down.
"I'm sorry," he said, and that was interesting enough that Surreal curbed her instinctive reaction to claw him for being in Her Space. "Tersa lent me your book. On cats. And the pages you'd written on."
Green eyes stared at him, unblinking, and Darkness if this wasn't awkward, talking to a cat.
"I can't expect you to act like other witches. Or cats," he grumbled finally, looking away from her. "I understand that. I understand why this cat, Surreal, even if you don't. You don't take something from the wild, like Kartane did. You don't break it. You don't expect the result of that breeding to be happy being a domestic creature, secure in a warm sitting room. You need to hunt, you need to kill, and every bit of you hates the male that made you this way. Hell, you hate all males for making you this way. Even - especially - me. You aren't wrong for that."
Surreal just licked a paw, and Daemon growled and shoved his hands through his hair in frustration. Fuck if he knew if she was even listening. "I'm not going to try to talk you out of killing him anymore; I shouldn't have tried in the first place. I am going to keep telling you not to do it until you're actually ready and stand a chance, but I'm not standing in your way anymore. You will keep your end of the bargain and undergo your Red Moon training if you want my help, however. You need some skill to put food on the table besides death."
He still couldn't quite believe the girl had been a shopkeep while at the school, and not deliberately poisoned the first moron who came in the door. Or, for that matter, hadn't stabbed a single male for looking at her tits.
"And...I'm sorry, Surreal. Tersa was right. I shouldn't have sent you away in the first place. And when I did, I shouldn't have been so hard on that girl of yours, or you, for having her."
Surreal yawned, stretched, jumped off the bed --
-- and changed back into a woman before she hit the floor. "About time you figured that out. Are all males this stupid, or does all that dick-measuring you boyos do go to your brains?" she asked, stretching her arms above her head before walking out of the room. Naked. "Tersa! I'm hungry!"
Daemon. Stared.
A moment later, there was the sound of a book being thrown across the room and very loud, very male swearing interspersed with things breaking.
"That was not kind, stone-girl," Tersa chided, rolling her eyes from her spot on the floor, where she was intent on building some sort of spiral with grains of rice. "Not at all."
"Didn't claw him, did I?" she asked, crouching down next to the older woman. "A girl's got to take her fun where she can find it."
[OOC: Now that I'm not DEAD from actors, Surreal is BACK! NFB, of course.]
"I'm sorry," he said, and that was interesting enough that Surreal curbed her instinctive reaction to claw him for being in Her Space. "Tersa lent me your book. On cats. And the pages you'd written on."
Green eyes stared at him, unblinking, and Darkness if this wasn't awkward, talking to a cat.
"I can't expect you to act like other witches. Or cats," he grumbled finally, looking away from her. "I understand that. I understand why this cat, Surreal, even if you don't. You don't take something from the wild, like Kartane did. You don't break it. You don't expect the result of that breeding to be happy being a domestic creature, secure in a warm sitting room. You need to hunt, you need to kill, and every bit of you hates the male that made you this way. Hell, you hate all males for making you this way. Even - especially - me. You aren't wrong for that."
Surreal just licked a paw, and Daemon growled and shoved his hands through his hair in frustration. Fuck if he knew if she was even listening. "I'm not going to try to talk you out of killing him anymore; I shouldn't have tried in the first place. I am going to keep telling you not to do it until you're actually ready and stand a chance, but I'm not standing in your way anymore. You will keep your end of the bargain and undergo your Red Moon training if you want my help, however. You need some skill to put food on the table besides death."
He still couldn't quite believe the girl had been a shopkeep while at the school, and not deliberately poisoned the first moron who came in the door. Or, for that matter, hadn't stabbed a single male for looking at her tits.
"And...I'm sorry, Surreal. Tersa was right. I shouldn't have sent you away in the first place. And when I did, I shouldn't have been so hard on that girl of yours, or you, for having her."
Surreal yawned, stretched, jumped off the bed --
-- and changed back into a woman before she hit the floor. "About time you figured that out. Are all males this stupid, or does all that dick-measuring you boyos do go to your brains?" she asked, stretching her arms above her head before walking out of the room. Naked. "Tersa! I'm hungry!"
Daemon. Stared.
A moment later, there was the sound of a book being thrown across the room and very loud, very male swearing interspersed with things breaking.
"That was not kind, stone-girl," Tersa chided, rolling her eyes from her spot on the floor, where she was intent on building some sort of spiral with grains of rice. "Not at all."
"Didn't claw him, did I?" she asked, crouching down next to the older woman. "A girl's got to take her fun where she can find it."
[OOC: Now that I'm not DEAD from actors, Surreal is BACK! NFB, of course.]