Riddle Heights we've found your man

There had been talk. A whisper on the wind, a moment of silence that brought her closer to 'home'. Thus, it wasn't her own selfish desires that pulled the youth once more into the heart of Silent Moon Plateau's territory, but some ludicrous need to protect the little monster. She was in danger after all. It was only a matter of time before the new queen found the usurpers alone, and without Phineas... Well, they did seem to pose a threat to her own child, and isn't that what their own mother had posed? Aesire had been their leader, and now she was dead.  The general consensus was probably that it had been a simple accident, but no. There was no way a simple challenge could go so far. There was intent behind it. 

Celandine moved quietly undercover, sticking to the shadows in hopes that she could slip in and out without being seen. That might ruin everything. So she crept, avoiding the scents coming downwind as best she could. She wasn't sure how to find Aesire's children, it seemed that they always found her. Maybe she'd get lucky, and find them right away?

It wasn't long before she spotted the grey girl that had somehow weaved her way into Celandine's thoughts. She looked sorrowful, and the fallen princess couldn't help but realize that @Maeve now stood in the same place that she once had. A low whine escaped her, quiet enough for only the child to hear. It beckoned her forth, into the shadow of the trees. It was a hell of a plan, wasn't it?

Maeve's world had been completely torn apart within a matter of weeks. Her mother had passed, her father had disappeared, and her brother was just as much a wreck as herself. 'We're.. Orphans..?' she whined in thought. 'No, Wren's got Vitani... I'm...' ears clinging toward the back of her skull, the pup curled up and began to weep- again. "M-mumuh..." trembling, she wondered why something so cruel had to happen to her.

A whine belonging to nobody of her blood beckoned for the small girl in the immediate distance. Who could it be now? Maeve was positive that if she had to listen to one more stranger tell her about how sorry they were she'd go insane. Couldn't they see that? She barely peered up, completely unmotivated to handle anything wanting to interrupt her grieving. "What?." she snapped, squinting to properly decipher the individual, though it wasn't at all who she'd expected. "Cella...?" she bleated, wondering if her imagination was getting the best of her. The monochrome'd wolf had already come to terms with her princess having an honest disliking toward her, it took a while, but the realization was there. So, why'd she come to visit? And why'd she appear so sad?

Propping herself up on chubby paws, Maeve wearily made way toward her princess. "Did I do somethin' wrong?" with a yawn, the pup tried to shake off her grogginess. The white woman showing her face willfully must of meant something important, and the Destine-Caravello intended on hearing out every last word she'd share.

I am not alone,

Maeve Destine-Caravello

Searching for the starlight in the darkest skies.

"M-mumuh..." Her heart broke for the cub, although Celandine had never felt anything other than disgust where Borlla was concerned. Unlike the first queen of Magnolia Glen, Aesire had mothered her children well, and somehow that made the loss that much greater. Maeve was too young to be motherless. Especially with danger festering at every turn. Aponi bore a cub to take the crown, and then she murdered Aesire. It didn't take much to realize that the grey pup would someday meet the same fate. The boy might be safe, for he could still stand next to Kynah should the silver woman place her atop the thrown, but Maeve caused too much strain. Two queens would not do, and in time, even the bastard child would come to see that. The fallen princess knew all too well what she would have done to see her dreams realized. 

"Did I do somethin' wrong?" Maeve's voice was liable to draw unwanted attention, and so the fallen princess shushed her in a tone not unlike the ones she'd heard the new mother's using inside their dens. "Come." The demand was soft, and warm, with a silky hue that Cella could hardly recall using. It had been so long, after all. "It's not safe for us to talk here." Without any other explanation, the pale fae turned to make for the borders. If the pup chose to stay behind, then there was nothing she could do. Celandine had already overstayed her welcome, and she no longer held any trust for the subordinates.

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The small pup was confused by her princesses request, though trusted the woman well enough to obey. If Celandine required her company elsewhere, then so be it. Though she couldn't possibly comprehend the dangers of the pair speaking where they currently resided. "Mmkay' " the grey-scale'd youth let out one last yawn, but this time whilst stretching out her pudgy little limbs. It'd been a while since she willingly relocated herself, perhaps the travel would do her some good. "Where we goin'..?" the Destine-Caravello questioned, though in all reality the destination didn't bother her so much no matter where it be. She thought for a second to inform her brother of their leave, though in the long run did it really even matter anymore?

The silence that grew around the pair only had Maeve growing uncomfortable. What was the point in this, and when could her tiny paws be put back to rest? "Cella, is this about mum-ma...?" she choked at even the mention of her deceased loved one, and immediately regretted the question. Of course it was, that's what everyone's wanted a moment with her for. Aesire's dead and now all of a sudden the puppies are important? Well, this pup was no fool, and didn't care to hear their pity. 'What do they know, anyway?' she scuffed. 'I... shoulda gone with her.. I dun like bein' alone anymore..' tears welled up in her tiny leaf-like eyes, what would Wren's opinion on such a vulgar thought be?

I am not alone,

Maeve Destine-Caravello

Searching for the starlight in the darkest skies.

The pair stopped a good distance from the borders, in a spot that Celandine had unofficially claimed as her own. "No. What is done, is done. Your mother is in the past." Although, she knew that the memories would remain fresh for a while. Eventually time would force the wounds to scab over, and scar until something -- a scent, a word -- would rip it open once more. Time was the great deceiver. It did not fill the emptiness left by death, nor pick up the shattered remains for those left behind. All the minutes, and hours, and days were good for, was feigning normalcy. Nothing would ever be the same for the silver cub, her life would now be forever changed.

"You are not safe. Your mother's death was not an accident." Great. She sounded deranged. Of course, she was a little unhinged, but either way, she had a point to make. "Aponi killed her, and once the speculation is gone, she will come for you too." Celandine let that sink in, her amber eyes pouring over the girl's face awaiting a reaction. "You pose the second greatest threat to her line, after me, and I cannot protect you from it." Would she, if she could? "Once your gone, it will be made to look like an accident. Maybe you fell from the rocks, or threw yourself clear off of the plateau in despair over your mother. Either way, there will be no justice for you." Her voice dropped then, barely a whisper. "I don't even think my father suspects her. He wants to see the good in that woman, since she mothered his last-born." In her mind, at least.

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There are several fresh rabbit tracks in the mud. Hunt Opportunity

Something stabbed through the small pups heart as her princess was seemingly nonchalant with brushing off Aesire's death. Though somehow, the Destine-Caravello found herself unable to render words of defense. Instead, she sat in silence, waiting for their little 'meeting' to pick up the pace so it could just as quickly be over with. Somehow, this was no better than the false commiseration she'd received back home. 'Bu' I didn' get to say guhbye...' she gulped, once again engulfing herself in the depressing reality that now surrounded her.

The next words to leave Celandine's mouth were not foreign, Maeve had heard whispers. Of course, unmeant for her ears, but whilst she was no fool she was equally not oblivious. Whispers meant no secrets when in earshot. 'Aponi's like a second muhmuh though..' puzzled by the conspiracy, she placed quite the perplexed expression upon her face. 'Why'd she be so nice.. If she dun wan' me alive..?' concentration was regained as her higher-up spoke again, though no confusion was lost. "Threat? Wuh threat?" and what did she mean by second to her? What could the pair possibly posses that would pose such an unwanted risk to that family? And was she handing out possible options for the pup to consider, or was the monochrome youth losing her mind?

"Wuh should be be scared of?" Maeve whispered back, leaning in closer to better hear the quiet words of her company. "Du' Aponi not like you...? D' yuh make her mad..?" If the rumor was true, did Aponi kill Celandine's mother too? As far as the pup had been alive, word of the princess's mother hadn't ever been brought up. 'I dunno bout' all this.. I wanna go back home now..'

I am not alone,

Maeve Destine-Caravello

Searching for the starlight in the darkest skies.

Celandine watched the girl, her bright eyes awaiting some sort of realization to sink in, but Maeve was young. Young, and naive, and indestructible. The world could not touch her yet, but of course the pale yearling knew the truth. Aponi was a danger to them all. There was no denying her desperation for the crown. Especially when the silver nightmare mothered a child on Silent Moon's king, and murdered the former queen. 

"Hush now." Whether she felt the need to comfort, or simply silence the monotone creature remained unseen. "Aponi wants for Kyna, and herself. You are born of a queen, and now she thinks that you hold a claim to the Plateau. A claim that cannot be easily pushed aside." She hoped that laying it all out in the open would help the young fae understand. "I am the only one who holds a stronger claim than her, and the pup, but it should be no matter. She'll want you gone too, so that no one can attest her ascent." 

Once she had finished, the snowy youth tilted her head to scan their surroundings. Their words were not meant for anyone else, and she planned on keeping it that way. No one had followed her yet, but if someone were to notice the mingling of scents, checking in might not seem too conspicuous. 

"I am no longer strong enough to protect you." Did she truly want to, or had this all been another one of her episodes?

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Maeve couldn't help but let her confusion grow as Celandine continued about her little speech, and with confusion regrettably came anger. The young fae furrowed her brow, waiting for the princess's words to finally start making some sense, though they never did. "Mumuh's dead, princess..." the words alone were enough to make the youth wince, how could she be so cold? "I dun' got no claim." if a mere pup were able to comprehend such simple facts, surely Aponi would have some sort of grasp on the concept. What was the point of this conversation, anyway? Death didn't much bother the Destine-Caravello these days, at least not when it came to her own. She couldn't help but feel as if this conversation should have been taken to her brother Wren. "Plus, never wanted to be no Queen..." she was pouting, perhaps throwing some sort of temper tantrum at this point. How very unappealing on her part.

"Whut are you even tellin' me to do, run away?" Surely that'd only lead to a quicker death, was Celandine crazy? "I dun got nowhere to go, an' I dunno how to hunt either." and she simply just hadn't the time to perform such a ludicrous act, not when there was still more grieving to be done. "An I dunno where daddy went neither."

I used to care, I was being cared for.

Maeve Destine-Caravello

Talking to children was clearly not one of Celandine's strong suits. In fact, it was the exact opposite. "By all laws you are still a princess. Do you understand?" The frustration in her voice turned to desperation as she willed the girl to understand. "You are in danger." Her eyes sprung to life, igniting for the first time in so long. "It doesn't matter whether you want to be Queen or not. You are still a threat. I know. There was a time when Aponi's ill will would have come as a comfort to the snowy princess. She had wanted the cubs... removed, hadn't she? It was hard to remember the darkness, even though it still crept into her sometimes. It washed everything away; blurred her mind, and forced each day to meld into the next until she couldn't remember how long it had been since she last sated her hunger, which was all she knew in those times. 

Insatiable would have been a good word to describe her, but she hungered for what exactly? The answer was not so clear. "I'm telling you to be careful." Although, Maeve's idea wasn't half bad. "Yes, run. Run as far, and as fast as you can. Or find someone who can keep you safe. It won't be hard. The sheep in this pack will all fawn over you." Who wouldn't take a liking to the precious sad girl who's mother fell from the heights? Not that anyone had ever cared about Celandine after... well, after Borlla.

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