Neverwinter Forest I've got a jar of dirt

In her two years, Turq had experienced the entire spectrum of reactions to her overt homosexuality, from flattered bewilderment to outright disgust to overt delight (such as in Rivet's case, notably). She enjoyed trying to guess every time she went through an encounter like this one. In the white stranger's case, she expected to be rebuffed, but demurely; she would be flattered but uninterested.

Instead, the white woman—Daenerys, or Dany—called her gorgeous. Turq's blood heated. "I'm Turquoise. You can call me Turq," she said, liking that they both had sort of exotic names shortened to a four-letter nickname.

Her tongue flicked out to wet her black nose as she circled 'round Dany, only for the tall white she-wolf to swivel around fluidly, like a porcelain ballerina. "Speaking of gorgeous," she whispered under her breath, too lowly for Daenerys to hear. More loudly, she added, "Tell me, Dany, what would you do if I—did this?"

There was a pointed pause between the words I and did, as Turq abruptly changed her mind. Rather than ask a hypothetical question, she decided to simply act upon an impulse. Pressing her black paws into the dirt, she sprang at Dany, her stockinged forelegs flinging upward bracingly to wind about Dany's neck. If Dany allowed it, Turq then planned to drag her to the ground and—well, it would remain to be seen what she intended to do should her first act succeed.