Boartusk Heights Barn owl

a plan had begun to take fevered, impossible form in agrippina's mind. her shallow densite, scarcely a single room; she had adorned it with trailing moss which veiled the entrance for now. two nondescript pelts formed a pallet. nothing else took form there, but this was her own home at last.

her mother had raised her for things greater than a dirt floor. for these things was agrippina grateful, but her ambition had been watered in several instances.

to the pale child she gave a low bow, bending forelegs in humility. hola. i am agrippina, a new sirviente.

how easily servitude had come to her! how hungry desperation had made her belly and her mind!

there were worse things than this.

and there were better hopes than this. 

if you would like to walk, i could call one of the sangre nueva to escort us, she offered, turning the name in her mind. placed here, there was an opportunity for greater favor.

the irony of mischievous gods, to place ambition against ambition in a hidden game.