Benthelame
Junior Member
A small creature scurried about the virid maze that was the Solberg garden. Its soft pink nose was tantalized by the scents that swirled in the moistened air. Each lush bloom looked as though It were planted and nurtured by the tenderest of hands. It was something that a rodent could only give a fleeting amount of appreciation except that this one wasn't exactly ordinary. The little brown mouse that made its way past every sharp-eyed butler and dutiful maid was actually something of a spy. Each wonder it observed was also seen by one Caspian Lunatonne. He knew Bianca wouldn't appreciate the gesture but the opportunity was one he didn't dare miss. No matter how much she insisted on making the journey unannounced and alone it wasn't fitting that she should do so; not as far as he was concerned. With blatant disregard for her wishes and a potent desire to see his own fulfilled, he'd decided to do the wrong thing for the right reasons.
At least part of the garden wasn't as beautiful as the rest. Something had scorched a number of the plants-- a problem that was or would be remedied with skill, grace and haste if the rest of the place was any indication. Caspian didn't know much about the florist who worked for the Solbergs but judging from the evenly clipped stems and everything else, he certainly did his work well. The mouse shivered as it became momentarily aware of the force that was slowly chipping away at any will it possessed. Its master delighted in beauty but reveled in vengeance-- a fact it would do well to remember for as long as it could or as long he allowed it to. The real challenge would be getting the unwitting vessel inside. A passing servant would provide that opportunity. The man was too fatigued or too focused on the task at hand to notice the creature make its way into his coat pocket. For several minutes Caspian saw only a few thin coins and the occasional crumb.
It was only when scuffed and worn shoes met the floor of the busy household that the creature climbed from hiding and scampered into some darkened corner. It was only a puppet now-- the plaything of a clever little boy.
At least part of the garden wasn't as beautiful as the rest. Something had scorched a number of the plants-- a problem that was or would be remedied with skill, grace and haste if the rest of the place was any indication. Caspian didn't know much about the florist who worked for the Solbergs but judging from the evenly clipped stems and everything else, he certainly did his work well. The mouse shivered as it became momentarily aware of the force that was slowly chipping away at any will it possessed. Its master delighted in beauty but reveled in vengeance-- a fact it would do well to remember for as long as it could or as long he allowed it to. The real challenge would be getting the unwitting vessel inside. A passing servant would provide that opportunity. The man was too fatigued or too focused on the task at hand to notice the creature make its way into his coat pocket. For several minutes Caspian saw only a few thin coins and the occasional crumb.
It was only when scuffed and worn shoes met the floor of the busy household that the creature climbed from hiding and scampered into some darkened corner. It was only a puppet now-- the plaything of a clever little boy.
