Cerulean Cape bury me as it pleases you, lover

Vaati’s ear prick up as his sister’s name passes Cassiopeia’s mouth. He muses, “You have been busy.” The news of Blackfeather’s current state is unsurprising. It was only smart to snap up territory as valuable as the dark woods at the earliest convenience -- he is only satisfied that Maegi is the one to do so and not some outsider. Though his disdain for the woods is ever present, he would never stand for an outside force coming to take what is rightfully his by blood and birthright. At least he liked his half-sister.

Vaati offers a nonchalant shrug, finding no issue with it. And yet, he wondered how Damien would react to the news of someone besides him ruling the dark forest for it was made clear that he was the matriarch of the Blackfeather name, and no other. “Interesting. I wish them luck.” He utters. “It is likely they will need it once our uncle hears of this.”

Though he found the man to consist of only blind arrogance, Vaati could not deny that Damien held a powerful charisma unattainable by any of the Melonii brood. If there is something the dark male wanted, the titan was only glad it was not he who stood in the way of it.