Larksong Grotto Let me tell you about life

"Grand Vicars can use bad words, I am special to Raas," Jhala snorted, somewhat a lie, but she doubted Laurel had been taught anything that suggested otherwise. Reek was practically treated as a God himself with the Cardinal status-- and she was second in command. If she was going to play by the rules of this stupid ass relgion, might as well exploit it-- not unlike Laurel. She eyeballed the child with a stern glare. "They'll play when they get older," she added, watching Tapat as he nuzzled closer to her. She focused on Laurel for a moment before she was interrupted with a warm, wet feeling on her underside.

Her eyes closed again, and she sucked in a deep breath, Laurel's scream not really helping the situation. "God. Dammit," she grumbled.