The Hand That Feeds

Mariah looked up from her task, her soft sterling eyes following the playful interaction between Caedes and his snake. Her lips curled into a gentle smile at the sight. She had always been slightly unsure of Nightshade, wary of the danger she represented. Yet witnessing the bond that the beast shared with her master was truly something that intrigued her at the very least. She allowed her attention to linger in silence for a moment, seeing the reluctance of the serpent- and the persistence of the man she was coming to love herself. The introspective parallel that she drew between herself and the snake that coiled around his body was amusing to say the least. She couldn’t help the grin that engulfed her features at the imagery in the back of her mind, but it eventually began to fade. It was going to be more difficult for her than Nightshade. There were so many more powers at play. “You’ll have to meet my family soon.” She muttered lowly, more to herself rather than to him. But it was still a sentiment worth saying out loud.

"Mariah Mendacium"