zg_shadows | with a cast of the dice

she had to be creative that was quite clear and she was also going to be the last in the ordeal that her lady had indured. so with words to the new bishop, paval wasent it, yes. ivy had stopped thinking of him as a child, more a adult on the short side one that never quite got his full groth. ivy would be the last, which would leave a rather tattered husk to work with. oh she also did not think of it quite as mab eather.

many paths cross her mind, mental torcher, the quiet whipering in her makers ear? no unless he was there it would be for nothing and could strezz out her maker in a unwanted mannor.
pohapps melting of the flesh like others would have? no on spark, just the same old same old.
humm she thinks, a show of horror a act that would disturb mab? yes this is getting some ware, but what? pondering that thought as others yelled for her attention.
there was the path of not hurting mab at all, just standing there yelling insolting things? but ivy knew she would soon run out of things to say and it would borr her to soon.
was harming her self alowed? the breaft flutter pushed away befor it was fully fledged.

no a action to distress mab, somthing she would have no controle over. it would be hard to beat some ot the more expronced people, after all ivy was just a young one and mab was old so more moddon things was usless to her. A slight smile lit up her face that she could see reflected in the monntor skreen.

mind wondering she thinks, not keeping your mind on the real job now are you my dear, the voice was ivys inner one, the one that was alittle quicker a little smarter, the one no one but mab would understand. it was not madness, just the true ivy the one that could kill, and plan torching her maker.

the next esbbat was in for a treet you could say. Jack wanted her to grow up, others wanted her to stop reminding them of there lost humanity, valadmer would no longer get a head ake from her srill pitched voice. no all would change. let others play the clown.

calling the local cat to her she reviewed how the house looked outside to mortal eyes. yes very normal, this was good. she could feel it that tell tail feeling of change, like water splitting to find the path of least resitonce. tummbling, dice rolling around on bair floor flashing up the resolt. she smiles and moves off into the night. there was work to be done, placers to go, people to advoide and most of all, her home to be wooed like a lover.