Sun Mote Copse Can you feel the Schadenfreude?

God just skip me if Im taking too long xD

Giana met the eyes of her leader only momentarily before her gaze flicked back to Bastian. She still didn't like him, but lets be honest and ask ourselves one thing: does Giana really like anybody past herself, her kids, and Eshamun? Perhaps it was the odd sack at his paws, concealing god knows what, and maybe it was the accent that so contrasted with her own Italian one, but either way Gia was thrilled to be reminded that he would be below them -- forever. No man would ever rule Giana Angelo again, and a sly smile overtook her ivory face. 

It faded quickly as words began to exchange: she wouldn't be allowing this man anywhere near her own children, not at least for many months after their birth. Hell, if she had it totally her way, not a soul but Hadraniel and Eshamun would see them in their first moons. Even if the man had knowledge of children, Giana had no intentions of trusting her kids' lives on it. Fuck that.

Eshamun wasn't shy in bringing up the fact that he was, indeed, a servant, there to give children and take care of the womens' every need. A lovely life for someone like Giana. The Baakar stayed silent this time, listening and deigning to simply be here in protection of her family.