Wheeling Gull Isle shipshape

the countess did not understand why she had accepted ferahgo's proposal, only that it had felt correct within her mind. aside from him, however, her tastes ran to women -- the captain held her attention and intrigued her as no man had before. the thought of more feminine things, however, brought to mind the thought of the pale handmaiden, and erzsébet feared she would never see the creature again. this sundered her cold little heart -- she had spent many nights alone in their cold den, searching for the quickly fading scent of her one-time lover.

she moved among the trees, a flicker of pale ribbon against the fading light, and smiled coolly as the captain's summons rose for her. erzsébet straightened whatever pallid fur was reachable, allowing herself a comfortable amount of time before she sashayed into his presence, gilding his cheek with a lick, not his chin, as she was his equal.

"what need do you have of me, ferahgo?" the countess purled gently.