HALCYON

She arched a brow with the woman's response, but otherwise didn't answer. Medusa seemed less than sincere with her words and Laxago would not press it -- their formalities were simply that: formalities. She doubted that the Madame was any more interested in her than she acted to be, which led her back to the idea that Medusa wanted something. Quietly, she leaned back onto her haunches, her pale green eyes continuing to watch the ebony female -- a wolf in sheep's clothing, to be sure. She twisted forth an ear with the brazen question, and a pang throbbed in her heart at the thought; they had not had children for years, not since the early days of her sickness. "We have two sons. They are grown now." And they hate me. She left that comment out, offering only what was necessary, responding to the question with even tones and silently wondering why the woman was prying so much into her private life.