Even after all these years, that niggle would still return. Why had the creature opened to her and invited a bonding?. She knew well the laws and principles that defined and enforced these relationships, so she had no reason to ever fear, or expect that Gorsnuck would betray her in any destructive manner.
But there was something she sensed. A deep sickly sweet something that made her want to gag. Her own characteristics were so very much different. She was no fairy princess do gooder. Far from it. She was certain that Gorsnuck was fully aware of that, so why did he commit to being subservient to her demands?
And was he a he at all? She didn’t care, but it bothered her that in all this time he had never once given her any impression of gender. It was important that when you share thoughts with another creature, even direct their activities and actions, that you properly address them, even if it is only within your mind. Agora had known more than a few turpids in her time and one of the very first impressions you got was whether they considered themselves male or female. It was almost inconceivable that she had had to make her own decision on such an important perspective.
Finally she turned away, casting the thoughts from her mind with a quick shake of her old head. Gorsnuck was not a problem. He was one of her greatest assets, and now that it was obviously true that the girl had returned, he would be called on frequently to test his loyalty.
Agora began whistling. It was a low gutteral tune that likely only a hag could enjoy, but it seemed to lift her spirits. In truth, Agora didn’t really care so very much about the little princess. The girls return didn’t surprise her as it had some others, or would, when they discovered it was true. Even the eventual outcome wouldn’t have so great an effect on Agora. At least, that’s the way she had it figured. What kingdom or rule of men did or didn’t impose itself on the world made little real difference to Agora. She would find a way to manipulate the winner come what may. It was the way of things. Hadn’t she played nice under the rein of the girl’s father? And that would go far in securing a trusted position in the unlikely event the girl actually rose to power. And if things went the other way, as she bet they would, well, she would be right there in the right place and at the right time to take such action as would put her in quite good stead with whatever powers were victorious. Maybe things would be at such a balance that she could even choose the winner. Wouldn’t that be a duggin she thought. Her whistling turned to a loud cackle.