Cerulean Cape bury me as it pleases you, lover

Perhaps Damien was a lunatic but a highly functioning one indeed. What Melonii were not? It was a trait passed on in some form or another, from generation to generation, as if an inherited gene intertwined into their DNA. Damien could be classified as on the straight-jacket side of the spectrum, but it was not a fault Vaati could hold against him. Lunacy was something those of the dark woods were accustomed to. 

His eyes narrow at the information unveiled, briefly wondering how Blackfeather could have already earned themselves a touch of treachery so soon after its resurrection. It affirms that the place is indeed cursed to endure a tragic fate so long as it stands, for it remains a beacon for all the gods ill will. “Why am I not surprised?” He casts Cassiopeia a bored eye roll. However, Ramsay was blood. And where Ramsay was, Maegi lingered not far away. If he was to make a choice between uncle and sister, the decision was clear in his mind.

“Perhaps it is time to visit the family.”