harpy_daughter: ([Jewel] I wear the Green)
"BUT WHY IS SHE A CAT?" a male voice thundered, and Tersa did what Tersa always did when The Boy tossed a tantrum. She ignored it.

"Sit down and drink your milk. You'll feel better," she informed him, setting the glass on the table. "Why not a cat?"

"Tersa..." Sadi ran his hands through his hair, looking increasingly distressed. "You said she'd turn back."

"She will."

"It's been TWO MONTHS!"

The subject of the discussion just yawned at him, showing off quite impressive teeth while she flexed her claws into the wood of the table. "And WHY is there a cat on the table?"

"It's not 'a' cat, it's Surreal. And she's not going to eat on the floor, now is she?" Really, boys could be quite dense sometimes, and Tersa slid the glass directly in front of him, hoping he'd take the hint. "I don't know why you're so worked up. For once you know exactly how many knives she has on her, there's not a witch alive that's going to recognize her as long as you stop shouting, and her ability to sass you back has been drastically reduced to claws and those bloodcurdling screams she makes. And her hearing is excellent so you can't wonder if she's gone deaf when she does the complete opposite of what you told her to do. Now you know she's just ignoring you."

"How do you even know Surreal is in there? Or that it's really Surreal? Or that she's going to change back?"

"First it was 'why is she a cat?' then 'why is she still a cat,' and now back to the 'why is she a cat' and nothing for the how or the why a cat and not a bird or a deer or a snake, as if cats with Craft can walk the streets in Draega all day." Tersa shook her head. "Not that Surreal needs Craft to make you miserable, because I do believe she is going to scratch you - again - if you don't stop calling her 'a cat' and start using her name."

"She may be a kind of Kindred yet she is Kindred and not kind, whether on four legs or two, and you had best get used to it. Surreal is not a pet." Surreal howled her agreement, getting up to pad across the table and rub against Tersa. "Yes, you're beautiful as a Bengal, my stone-girl, but you might want to be a girl again eventually. Not for him, just for you."

"Wait, you know what kind of cat she is?" Because that was clearly the important point here. "Tersa, you're making it sound like she turned into that cat on purpose."

"And there's never been times you were sad and would rather be a cat, pampered and free, rather than a Boy?" Tersa replied, scooping Surreal up in her arms. "Of course she knows what kind of cat she is, and I asked her. She has a book. It's in her room, if you're curious."

"What the Hell has she got to be sad about? She's out of that insane school, away from those other witches and Queens, and she's finally going to the Red Moon apprenticeship so she can earn a decent living and not starve in the street. And if we're lucky and she has sense, she's going to give up this vendetta of hers against her sire and keep her damned head down and stop trying to stab anyone who looks at her funny."

Surreal's ears flattened, and she wormed her way out of Tersa's arms, silently hitting the floor and vanishing through the window and out into the street.

Tersa watched her go, out and over the fence and up a trellis before vanishing from view. She sighed, shaking her head. "You are my dear Boy," she said softly. "But you don't understand women, cats, or stones, Daemon."

[OOC: NFB, NFI! Surreal will be back to normal next week, just really wanted to do this one.]
harpy_daughter: ([neu] casual)
"I think the flour goes in the nutcakes, Tersa, not my hair," Surreal was laughing as she threw a handful of the ingredient back at her co-cook. "Stop wasting food!" Which, while it was not as huge a concern as it had been before the introduction of Tersa and Daemon into her life, and then Fandom with its constant food, it was still a worry never far from her mind.

"The boy will bring us more if we need it," was Tersa's reply, making a face as she tried to lick the flour from her own nose. "He always does, if he can. You're smiling. That is worth flour."

Surreal quickly tried to shake the flour off her long braid. "You're being ridiculous," she muttered, averting her eyes. "I smile."

"Not since you were small. The Girl had to teach you how to smile again," Tersa replied, reaching for the eggs. She stared at them for a moment, then blinked and continued with her baking. "You were sleeping then she kissed you and you woke up. I like her."

"Good, because Sadi doesn't," Surreal grumbled under her breath, scrubbing flour from her face with the back of her hand. "Not that it's his business."

"He is male," Tersa said, waving a hand. "He is snarly. He is wrong to snarl at your Firefly Girl, but he can't see what you have not shown him."

"What is it that I haven't shown him?" Surreal growled as she grabbed the bowl to start mixing. "That she's female? That she's not a Queen? That she can't - won't - hurt us?"

"You did not show him your dream of future past," she said dreamily, fingertips tracing patterns in the flour dusting on the counter. "That you laugh and dance and live lives that dance apart and come back together when they can, and that you both shine like Jewels in sunlight, dazzling, blinding, private behind curtains. That you became all he could ever hope for, and it will be because of her."

Surreal's hands stilled on the bowl. "Tersa," she said, doing her best to keep her voice even. "What are you talking about?"

"You were older, and you were skilled, and you were happy, and then it went back to as it is, but that does not mean it will not happen again," Tersa informed her cheerfully. "...it does not mean it will happen either, but it is and it is not and it is all there, waiting."

"I didn't tell you about that weekend." Not that they'd all woken up older, thought it was the 'school reunion,' who Surreal had been, that it had lit something up inside her that she had thought dead after finding Titian's dead body. The concept that there was still joy in life, beyond her desire to kill Kartane. Wild, uninhibited, spontaneous joy, and Surreal was still capable of it.

Tersa gave her a look before dabbing dough on Surreal's nose.

"Darkness protect me from Black Widows," Surreal swore, rolling her eyes. "Nosy and interfering. All of you."

"Yes, dearest," was Tersa's sweet answer. "That is why we get on so well. Keep mixing."

[OOC: Establishy, NFB, NFI.]
harpy_daughter: ([neu] teenage assassin)
Surreal SaDiablo was not a fool.

I'll be what I'll be. )

Daemon blinked. "That's...actually one I haven't heard before," he mused. "I'll have to share it next time I find myself at Court."

Surreal just flipped him off.

[OOC: NFB, NFI, Establishy. Sections of text swiped from Daughter of the Blood.]
harpy_daughter: ([neu] teenage assassin)
Surreal SaDiablo was not a fool.

I'll be what I'll be. )

Daemon blinked. "That's...actually one I haven't heard before," he mused. "I'll have to share it next time I find myself at Court."

Surreal just flipped him off.

[OOC: NFB, NFI, Establishy. Sections of text swiped from Daughter of the Blood.]

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