Damien's multi-colored eyes widen and he stood, placing his hands firmly on top of the table. "Uncle said nothing about the blood moon celebration!" The young noble hissed. Taking a moment to calm down, he reclaimed his seat and laced his fingers as his mother spoke. He waited until she was finished before speaking again.. locking eyes with his mother, he unlaced his fingers. "This is true. The only cattle I will keep is an unworthy fledgling." He said to her in a calm voice. By "an unworthy fledgling" he simply meant the fledglings sent to do the devil's work. To hunt innocent human lives and slaughter them. "My wish for the girl is to remain as my hoursecarl, since she is mine to command." He added to the previous statement.