Blackfeather Woods Beneath the red scarf and a chapeaux

Do you hate your mother for that? She asked carefully. She knew she had when she had been younger. Even now there was a part longing to scream at Nemesis that she should have been there for her only daughter. It was childish, she knew, and she tried her very hardest to not think about it for long, but the heart wanted what the heart wanted.

You could put it that way. She honestly didn't know what to add to it. Sneaking and killing summed it up rather well, though somehow she thought there was something more to her profession. Perhaps the fire required to be in one's soul to follow the path of an assassin, but that was vague and probably sounded stupid.

She chuckled. A temptress is a pretty wolf that seduces others to get what he or she wants. She summed up, hopefully not having to describe just how one seduced another. You must please to be pleased - like sharing a meal with someone. One day, they will share their meal with you too.