Aery froze, the hand not clutching the vial seizing up into a fist so hard that the nails dug into her palm. [i]How would she know that name...unless...[/i] She forced the thought out of her head. "Consider it considered." she whispered. "And I accept this most generous offer. We shall iron out the agreements tomorrow. For now let us dine; let us eat and be merry." For tomorrow we might all be dead. But she wouldn't say it out loud.
Ame wiggled her fingers. [i]I know who you are, "Lady Alyssia". Your eyes would give you away to Aery if she were not preoccupied. As would your constant references to hawks and little rippers. Whether it is your intention to make yourself known or not, either quit making such subtle hints entirely, or just outright tell her. She has too many other problems to worry about than to also unravel the mystery of your identity. And no, I won't tell her myself. That's up to you.[/i]