by Sarah | October 2nd, 2010
This doesn’t answer the question to Raven’s satisfaction – how does sniffing someone tell anyone anything but when they last bothered to clean up and with what? – but she isn’t sure that asking again is going to get her an answer that makes any more sense. Which probably means that this is a Royal thing or this woman’s a mage too or something of the sort. As for this Royal blood thing, well. It seems as likely as anything else on the lengthy list of possibilities she’s compiled over the years – which is to say, it could be, but without sensible proof, she’s not convinced. And not about to run around claiming it, either, not after that conversation with the Prince. Unless being sniffed counts as sensible proof, which it doesn’t in her book but she supposes may in other people’s. In which case, or rather, in either case, the conversation she needs to have with her mother about the boy is going to be real interesting.
“Because if she knew this all along and didn’t bother to say anything when I could have done whatever it is they do to find paths and brought us home long before now and not spent the last six bloody years scraping together enough food to survive until the next damned path bothered to show up, she and I are going to have fucking issues.”
“I was told to report to the King when I arrived, ma’am,” she answers after a moment of what was clearly thought. “And I was going to speak with Prince Gerard while I’m here, seeing as how we was part of his fleet before we got lost.”