Re: Chapter 1: The Road Not Taken
Vezina clung to the horse, confident in it guiding her safely through the night now that she had spoken directly to it. She was quickly finding that she had a deeper appreciation for animals than for mortals. They bent easily to her will and could be relied upon to act in a predictable manner. After eleven years within the comfort of her master's haven and the proximity of her blood-soaked grave, she was uncomfortable with the lack of precautions set in place in this foreign city. She was a Tzimisce without a haven, and that thought alone, without a place to lay down her earth, was enough to give her concern.
This intrigue of a poisoned war master, a disappearing seneschel, and lupines wandering the streets, perhaps even hunting them, was all the evidence she needed to know that she was dangerously out of her depth. She needed to quickly find a place of defense from which she could gather her strength and nurture her own base of power. She desired nothing more than to keep well out of the way of the blood business of the night - at least until she knew she was more a player than a pawn.