Tig stood flattened against the wall outside the nursery, biting her lip with anticipation as she tried to imagine what was happening only a few feet away on the other side of the door frame. At first all she could hear was a muffled, high pitched sort of humming noise which she had to assume was the nursery maid - she refused to believe such a sound was even capable of coming out of Tiberius.
Finally she heard him utter a counter curse which she had to assume was directed towards the nurse, that seemed the most logical place to start rather than the lynx cub that was his own daughter. While he was supposed to put two and two together fairly easily, it wasn't quite as obvious as an oddly behaving grown woman.
A quiet mewling sound broke Tig's concentration. Looking towards the sound revealed the source as her transfigured daughter. Damn it. The whole game would be given away if Tiberius heard it and came to investigate. Tig mouthed the words 'shut up' furiously at the cub. Even when she was at risk of ruining Tig's plan, the feline version of her daughter was infinitely preferable to her ignorant, sticky, wailing human form. Perhaps they could keep one twin as a pet instead of a daughter instead of killing her. Then again it might just be better to get a real lynx for a pet, the dead were less of a liability than a transfigured child.
Her daughter was either more stupid than she thought or just very distressed, but she certainly wasn't cooperating. She was inching closer and mewling loudly. Tig snatched her off the ground, "I said shut up, you little beast," she whispered angrily into her ear. She quietly put some distance between herself and the door so she could speak quietly with less risk of being heard. Tig genuinely wasn't sure what three year olds were capable of, cognitively speaking, but she'd soon find out. "Go find your father - your Papa," what were they calling him? "He's in the nursery - in your room - go find him." She was about to put her down and decided to quickly add, "He's got a present for you." Tig set her daughter down on her four paws again and to her own horror, she accidentally gave her daughter a scratch behind the ears as she had the habit of doing with Moselle. At least her daughter was probably not smart enough to recognize it as an affectionate gesture.
Tig gave her daughter a firm nudge with her foot and watched her slink back into the nursery. Tig crept back to her original eavesdropping spot.
Finally she heard him utter a counter curse which she had to assume was directed towards the nurse, that seemed the most logical place to start rather than the lynx cub that was his own daughter. While he was supposed to put two and two together fairly easily, it wasn't quite as obvious as an oddly behaving grown woman.
A quiet mewling sound broke Tig's concentration. Looking towards the sound revealed the source as her transfigured daughter. Damn it. The whole game would be given away if Tiberius heard it and came to investigate. Tig mouthed the words 'shut up' furiously at the cub. Even when she was at risk of ruining Tig's plan, the feline version of her daughter was infinitely preferable to her ignorant, sticky, wailing human form. Perhaps they could keep one twin as a pet instead of a daughter instead of killing her. Then again it might just be better to get a real lynx for a pet, the dead were less of a liability than a transfigured child.
Her daughter was either more stupid than she thought or just very distressed, but she certainly wasn't cooperating. She was inching closer and mewling loudly. Tig snatched her off the ground, "I said shut up, you little beast," she whispered angrily into her ear. She quietly put some distance between herself and the door so she could speak quietly with less risk of being heard. Tig genuinely wasn't sure what three year olds were capable of, cognitively speaking, but she'd soon find out. "Go find your father - your Papa," what were they calling him? "He's in the nursery - in your room - go find him." She was about to put her down and decided to quickly add, "He's got a present for you." Tig set her daughter down on her four paws again and to her own horror, she accidentally gave her daughter a scratch behind the ears as she had the habit of doing with Moselle. At least her daughter was probably not smart enough to recognize it as an affectionate gesture.
Tig gave her daughter a firm nudge with her foot and watched her slink back into the nursery. Tig crept back to her original eavesdropping spot.
