Northstar Vale with parted lips in fragrancy of prayer: unearth everything that’s in me

when he comes to you, she whispered, heed him. kalika had allowed andraste's grip to reign around her neck, falling onto her side— her back, and using her own hindlegs to bolster the smaller woman into a straddle. here, hopefully with her illusioned melkor on top, they could continue the lesson.

the siren listened to each word, face curling into a heavy frown as undómiel continued. you want him to beg? she asked, pushing herself as far into the ground as one could manage, you can never know leniency.

she didn't think that escaping her captor's grasp would be difficult; kalika shifted and rolled, hoping to make it a few dashes away before being caught. while she ran, she continued, men are as children. you give them what they wish, they come to expect it. you must be cruel. a step forward, a snap; she hoped to break skin as hers had been broken. cruel until you can take it no more, and cruel even then. then, he will beg.