Jade Fern Grove Trebuchet warning cycle

"Well you're a strange kind of... of fish." Her voice was distant, as if not belonging to the wench at all. Yet there was something in the tone of the other woman that drew her actions to an uncomfortable halt. Elora. The first time that name had slipped from the lips of the pale one, she had not noticed, mind merely dismissing the thought as a lion would to a fly. But now? As much as she hated to admit it, she yearned to to hear more, to pleasure herself with stories she knew were true.

With a twisted sigh, she bent her head, dulled eyes avoiding setting sights on Ocra as she slunk out of the hole. "Prove to me," she whispered, auds reaching their pinnacle before sliding back to cling to her skull. "Prove to me that you are of my kin."