Wheel and Deal

*Lucretia* · 11-17-2019, 08:26 PM

Iolaire was calculating in a way that Luce found almost comforting. It was a trait common among the Klein siblings. In fact, with Iolaire's coloring, she could almost be mistaken for kin if Lucretia squinted. Interesting. The plot was thickening. Deathbelle was terribly fond of all the Kleins - maybe Iolaire's accidental camouflage had helped endear her to the Empress.

Few grunted as Io acknowledged her, turning to Luce as if to ask am I free now? Luce gave her companion a curt nod and the raccoon trundled into the underbrush in search of herbs. With Bourbon and Feverfew at her disposable, springtime gathering was coming along at a clip. As it should. Ashen was in good health overall, but the puppies were all growing like weeds and turning up with aches and scrapes every day. Luce was grateful that their upbringing only brought common ailments that were typical for rough and tumble youths - it wasn't that long ago that the young of the former Klein empire had struggled and starved. By all accounts, Ashen was flourishing under Deathbelle's rule.

"Oh, here and there," Luce replied, refusing to rise to Io's bait. These kind of verbal waltzes were familiar to the shrewd Klein sister; she wouldn't be caught out that easily. "Now that Deathbelle and Sirius have expanded, I like to keep an eye on the lands for new growth. You never know when something useful might crop up." Speaking of useful, Luce nodded as Io spoke of what she was looking for. Crafters were a useful breed. One of Hannibal's flirtations had been a crafty sort, but she'd flitted off and had even left a child behind. A dependable crafter would make all the difference to the Ashen Empire.

"Truthfully, I'm half running an errand for Deathbelle. She requested a particular concoction that required I wait until spring, considering it had some... unusual components," Lucretia dropped a tasty morsel of information. She'd never air the Empress' private business, but perhaps Iolaire's reaction might let her know just how deep their relationship went. Luce could almost smell more Belle on the other female than Sirius, which seemed odd considering which pack she called home.

"lucretia mutters..."

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