Blood Pact

To Treni, pride had always been a mask that one should take on and off as the situation demanded. Like right now. Lying next to Rudsis in her bed, she remembered how her cousins and sister had always wondered how she could debase herself by sleeping with humans. Or, as she was caught in some of her schemes, they were always puzzled by how she could come to grovel, and shed every bit of self-respect she could have had for herself, in order to get her way.

"Who's around to tell about it, and who isn't?" she thought. "It's all a mask, my dear siblings. Nothing but a mask. What's hidden underneath will always be there, but most everyone lets themselves be fooled by the mask you let them see."

Treni's mind was wandering tonight. She knew that Ol had failed to kill Afena because his mind had been even more deranged a day after she'd fled from the lorsul. No coherent thought graced it. Only fear, and an overriding instinct of survival.