As soon as she had calmed down she'd realized what a mistake she'd made in her moment of fury. While she might still resent Tiberius, leaving him in so final a way had not been smart and she wished she could undo it but such a thing would require forgoing her pride and groveling. Even if he thought having her back was for the better he was hardly likely to accept such a change without making her grovel for it first. She would not be groveling.
To her surprise he'd written her a letter but upon opening it found herself oddly disappointed though she had no recollection of hoping for it to say something in particular. No, she would not be summoned like a house elf, especially not when he was probably scheming to kill or mentally incapacitate her so he could present his preferred narrative to society. She wasn't stupid. She also wasn't going to let him think she'd come running the moment he lifted a quill.
That had been weeks ago and she'd seen nothing of him, meanwhile her self-imposed exile was wearing thinner by the day. Now that she'd sentenced herself to it for life, it no longer felt like freedom but a new prison. He'd probably told everyone she was dead by now, or at least missing without hope of finding her. Where would they hold her funeral? Would he write to her one more time to let her know? Surely he would, not that it would fill her with a desire to obediently keep up the charade, but she did like the idea of attending her own funeral.
Now was not the time to be thinking about such things, however, she had far more important matters at hand like stalking a particularly meaty looking deer. She had managed to scale a nearby tree without it noticing and was now waiting for just the right angle to pounce. It seemed as though she was just about to get that prime opportunity to take it down when it froze for a second and then bolted. Her ears twitched and she remained poised for an attack as she tried to figure out the disturbance that had sent the deer running because it certainly hadn't been her. She couldn't hear much but she did pick up a confusing scent on the breeze. If the scent wasn't adulterated by that primarily of bird, she would have thought Tiberius was nearby. Perhaps he'd sent another letter and he had a different bird delivering this one. Well it'd serve him right if she ate his damn owl especially after it scared away her ambitious dinner.
It didn't take long for a bird to enter her periphery. With little thought thereafter, she waited for what seemed like the right moment and then propelled herself into the air, claws at the ready to snag her quarry as she took it down with her. Provided she didn't miss her mark.
""
To her surprise he'd written her a letter but upon opening it found herself oddly disappointed though she had no recollection of hoping for it to say something in particular. No, she would not be summoned like a house elf, especially not when he was probably scheming to kill or mentally incapacitate her so he could present his preferred narrative to society. She wasn't stupid. She also wasn't going to let him think she'd come running the moment he lifted a quill.
That had been weeks ago and she'd seen nothing of him, meanwhile her self-imposed exile was wearing thinner by the day. Now that she'd sentenced herself to it for life, it no longer felt like freedom but a new prison. He'd probably told everyone she was dead by now, or at least missing without hope of finding her. Where would they hold her funeral? Would he write to her one more time to let her know? Surely he would, not that it would fill her with a desire to obediently keep up the charade, but she did like the idea of attending her own funeral.
Now was not the time to be thinking about such things, however, she had far more important matters at hand like stalking a particularly meaty looking deer. She had managed to scale a nearby tree without it noticing and was now waiting for just the right angle to pounce. It seemed as though she was just about to get that prime opportunity to take it down when it froze for a second and then bolted. Her ears twitched and she remained poised for an attack as she tried to figure out the disturbance that had sent the deer running because it certainly hadn't been her. She couldn't hear much but she did pick up a confusing scent on the breeze. If the scent wasn't adulterated by that primarily of bird, she would have thought Tiberius was nearby. Perhaps he'd sent another letter and he had a different bird delivering this one. Well it'd serve him right if she ate his damn owl especially after it scared away her ambitious dinner.
It didn't take long for a bird to enter her periphery. With little thought thereafter, she waited for what seemed like the right moment and then propelled herself into the air, claws at the ready to snag her quarry as she took it down with her. Provided she didn't miss her mark.
""
