-He may still be alive- the basilisk reminded her.
"May isn't good enough! I want to KNOW!"
At the very moment the last word escaped her mouth, the door opened to admit King Jonathan. He held a piece of paper in his hands.
"Well?" She didn't turn to look at him, just stared down into the lake below. She felt dead inside. His news couldn't be good. She wanted to know so much, and yet she didn't at all. Cowardly and selfishly, she didn't want to know that her lover was dead. If he was.
"Daine, I - I'm sorry."
"No," she whispered.
"We just got word back. We're all sorry."
"I don't care!" She whirled to face her King. "I'm not some charity case! Besides, if you truly were sorry, you'd bring him back."
"Daine, the gods don't like us interfering with them-"
"Yet they do it to us all the time! Leave me!"
Understanding - well, at least he thought he was - she was in pain, he obeyed.
In a voice choked with tears, Daine spoke to Kitten and Tkaa. "You, too." Kit gave a questioning trill, before following Tkaa and Jonathan.
"You could have saved him." Her voice was filled with venomous hate. "You could have DONE SOMETHING! But no, all you want to do is prance around up there, watching mortals die. After all, what's one less mortal to you? It's just something you graciously decided to create! Well, I'm sick of the lot of you! Come on, kill me?"
Her breath was coming hard and fast, as she waited for the reply she knew she would never receive.
"See." Her face twisted up in disgust. "You meddle in everything, and then turn to us when things get too hard! You're weak." She looked around, not sure what for. Maybe a sign, proving that gods can defeat mortals. "You're all weak! You're cushioned with never feeling the pain of death. You've been up there too long. Someone needs to bring you down!"
Suddenly, Daine stopped. Her face curved into a smile. "Yes. Someone needs to bring you down." Still smiling, she hurried down to Numair's library. Revenge would be hers.