Were the witch-queen not in such a hurry to continue her travels, she might have lingered in the Bay longer if only to indulge in the joy she felt over Fell’s suspicions. It was no secret that their relationship had always been strained at best. Despite his notoriety and growing herd, Nyimara has always felt the muted black stallion to be a stain on the old wolf’s family tree. Any handicap, no matter how small was weakness in her opinion; and why father had allowed the beast to live still caused her to question. Perhaps he had indeed grown soft in his age.
But perhaps she should be grateful and if she is honest, secretly she is, for now, she has a clear path forward. Maybe the old beast knew more than she thought he did.The suspicion on Fell’s face is clear and causes a chuckle to rumble deep within her breast. A warm hum purrs beneath the surface as she gives her head a shake at his rumbling response. He was not fool enough to believe that they were close. That they would ever be close as brothers and sisters ought to be. But as it were, family ties bind them together albeit loosely and so he humors her presence and listens attentively as she lays out her plan at his hooves.Part of her hoped that he would be as vain as Annubis and see the golden road paved for his sovereign reign. Yet despite his garble abilities to speak, the black beast is not short on brains. Despite his silence, the golden illumination of his eyes whirl as she goes on to explain her plans to keep Solomon from returning to his throne and palace walls. Did he fear owing her? Well, of course, he would! However, it was a simple enough request she would require from him… Solomon would have no power outside his own and SHOULD she need Fell’s (and with him Tinuvel) assistance in grabbing the sovereign rule of Salem, it would be at her disposal. Not much right?Apparently so considering the way Fell’s dark tail switched back and forth against his heels. Was he seriously considering refusing her help? Would she have to use the dagger she kept hidden in her quiver? Irritation begins to prickle at her skin, tugging at the corners of the smile that remains plastered upon her lips. However the words that finally do spill from his lips cause her smile to faulter and a glaze of confusion to dance across her eyes. ”Mariael?” she questions. Why would he be concerned about HER? Was there some secret love child hidden between here and the Arch that she did not know about? Was she some secret flame that burned in his soul? If that were true then perhaps Kohelet was useless as a bargaining chip. No matter.Shaking her delicately sculpted head, Nyimara returns the smile to her lips, her long, pale lashes blinking slowly over near-black eyes. ”Hmmm. Your secret is safe little brother…” she purrs, a mischievous smile flitting across her lips as she flicks her tail idly against her hip. ”Relax. Talk is all I intend to do. Mariael seems…. Wise enough when it comes to the peace of her herd.” she finishes. Perhaps putting Fell on the throne would be much easier than she expected after all...