ooc plottings

[wasneverasked]

What is this talk you are having of finding my husband? I am certain that he will eventually find me, Lady Mun. You should not worry over me when that little paper of yours to which it must be attended.

That said, I do approve of this young man being the face of my King.

Sincerely,
Helen, Queen of Sparta

Comments

[cassie_of_troy]

Helen. Advise me on a complicated matter. There is no one in Bete Noire who can help me with this.

[wasneverasked]

Of course, Cassie. What is it that is troubling your mind.

[cassie_of_troy]

I've met a new goddess here in this city. The goddess of things unmade.

She...

[Cassandra scowls, uneasily.]

[wasneverasked]

[A frown.] What is her name.

[cassie_of_troy]

Atione.

I went on a vision quest on behalf of the city. Everyone was having horrid visions. I thought I could understand them, perhaps. And she appeared to guide me.

[wasneverasked]

She better have not led you astray.

[cassie_of_troy]

No. It was nothing like that.

[wasneverasked]

What is it that she did.

[cassie_of_troy]

It is not a matter of what she did, precisely. More a matter of who she told me she was.

[wasneverasked]

Did she threaten you?

[cassie_of_troy]

No.

She...she said that she was my daughter.

[wasneverasked]

[Oh...wait...what?]

But, Cassie...you have not bore a child.

[cassie_of_troy]

I'm afraid that, dear Helen, is only partly true.

She was...unmade.

[wasneverasked]

What?

Was it Apollo? Did he dare touch you?

[cassie_of_troy]

No. Apollo had nothing to do with it. Although he's become a problem. He thinks Atione is his.

[wasneverasked]

[A choking sound.]

Who fathered the child, then?

[cassie_of_troy]

Othryoneus...

[wasneverasked]

Your love...

[cassie_of_troy]

Oh, don't look so scandalized, Helen. These things happen.

[She sighs.]

I lost the child in Mycene and I thought that the end of it.

[wasneverasked]

Was she born? Was she...miscarried?

[cassie_of_troy]

Your sister stabbed me in the abdomen, Helen.

[wasneverasked]

[That makes Helen's blood go cold.]

The woman went mad. The Clyte who taught me to count...long gone.

[cassie_of_troy]

She had her reasons.

[wasneverasked]

A pox on Agamemnon's grave.

[cassie_of_troy]

On that I will agree.