Wheel and Deal

*Lucretia* · 11-18-2019, 06:57 PM

Iolaire's cozy cart surprised Lucretia, as well as her willingness to share. She was used to Deathbelle's charmingly selfish attitude - her sister and Empress was many things, but offering generosity without expectations was not one of her strong suits. Even Bourbon, arguably Bell's greatest gift, came with his own strings attached, even if those strings were tenuous and invisible to the naked eye. Just another way of securing Luce's fealty.

Lucretia settled in awkwardly beside Io, keeping her distance from the smaller female. She was already pushing the extant boundaries of her comfort - to touch would simply be too much. There were few wolves she shared any kind of physicality with outside of the necessary touching of a thorough patient examination. Deathbelle... and Bourbon, although she guessed he wasn't quite a wolf. He had so thoroughly integrated himself into her life that he might as well have been her shadow.

She sniffed at the processed food carefully and thanked Iolaire by inclining her head, but she nosed the meat back over to her. Luce rarely ate anything she didn't catch herself. Famine, poison, and scarcity were in her blood. "No offense," she said lightly. Although she'd been managing better lately thanks to Bourbon, there were some idiosyncrasies that went deeper than she could conquer in an afternoon.

Lucretia appreciated Iolaire's forthright explanation, even if her feelings were embittered. "Oh..." she murmured, her brows furrowed in frustration. Why didn't Belle feel comfortable confiding in her? Wasn't that what sisters were for? A more emotionally intuitive wolf might have picked up on the way Iolaire couched her story in terms of intimacy - but Luce wasn't very in tune with her emotions at all. The Klein healer was borderline asexual and had trouble understanding the ways in which other wolves were drawn to each other.

"Thank... you," Luce said awkwardly. "The happiness and health of the Empress is my primary concern. This past year has been trying, as you might imagine; the change of hormones and metamorphosis from pregnancy to motherhood, the loss of her husband..." Lucretia looked up at the frigid blue sky that stretched above them and sailed on over the horizon. Spring had been preternaturally cold. Would they ever catch a break?

"lucretia mutters..."

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