Application for Castiza, The Revenger's Tragedy

[chasteasaknife]

And where was this place? No sooner had her family been reconciled, than they'd faced Antonio's wrath, that Vindici had dared brave the deeds that had increased that fickle lord's holdings. It took little imagination to guess at what fate awaited them, and yet she was here, in a room too drab for the Duke's liking even in a dungeon. Some oubliette

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[woocha]

It's not a jail, it's a school!

[chasteasaknife]

A dog was addressing her? Had she been drugged, then?

"In truth, I begin to think it a madhouse," she said quietly.

[woocha]

Hey! I'm not crazy! There are some that are, though. Mean, too.

[chasteasaknife]

"That's the way of it, yes?" She set her jaw firmly. "'Tis the mad and cruel who seek out power, only to be deposed by like-minded wretches. I need no schooling on that score."

[woocha]

No, silly, this is a school to learn magic! Wishbone said, tail wagging.

[chasteasaknife]

"You seem witched indeed," Castiza said with a small smile. "Ne'er before have I conversed with a hound."

[woocha]

That's because you never listened! I'm Wishbone!

[chasteasaknife]

"Or perhaps 'tis easier to be heard when you stay your barking?" She grinned at that, having known more than one dog to make an all-night ruckus.

[woocha]

Er....maybe? Wishbone said, guilty of barking too much as well.

[chasteasaknife]

"Then perhaps it is no more my fault than that of all dogs," she said, tilting her chin up.

[woocha]

Yeahhh....but I'm not barking now!

[chasteasaknife]

"And so I hear, and we converse. Is it not so?"

[woocha]

Yeaaaaahhhh....do you like to read?

[chasteasaknife]

She stared at him blankly for a moment.

"I can read," she said slowly, "if the words are not overlong."

[woocha]

Do you like stories? I like stories! Wishbone said, wagging his tail.

[chasteasaknife]

"Stories can give courage," she told him. "I cherish the tale of Jael and Sisera."