Larksong Grotto wicked beasts and idle bellies

he bade her to look around, and truly in her travels she had been single-minded in her return, so she had not seen the signs. now that she had a moment to observe fully, she saw the fresh shoots of green upon the ground, growing like neon stubble. she saw the new growth upon the trees like pale hesitation marks, and let a smile spread across her pointed features.

yes, He has blessed us! the days of our suffering are coming to a close, and she was keen on this, gleeful even, and pressed herself happily against the dark man as if to hug him; it was at this point she noticed the aroma upon him. the smell of the grotto, of the woman from the cave. it surprised her enough to cause the red woman to recoil. this -- this perfume you wear, she lifted her nose and took a sniff to emphasize things, though she need not have. you have taken a wife?