Northstar Vale and we weren't even married (dmn?)

the sylph was as a fawn, fresh from its mother's womb; afraid of the world and what it might do, baring its defenses without knowing how to use them. kalika had played advisor long enough to know when, and how, to call a bluff.

so she allowed andraste to present her display, fighting back the urge to applause at its end. did that feel good? she mused, eyes drifting down toward the ground between them, it did, didn't it?

would kalika be wrong to continue with her dismissal? this clan was not her own, their women all commoners. she would not scold herself for refusing to submit before an unworthy leader. but to lead beside her..

dismiss me, if you so please. the siren shifted her wait, settling to lie down. were this a proper matriarch, she might have rolled over to show the tender skin lining her belly. in this scenario, however, that was a level of respect that still had to be earned.

she looked at up andraste then, continuing to speak, i can teach you how to do it the right way. to not be so.. shaken.