Duskfire Glacier g*spy witchcraft

Unlike Wintersbane, Tzila wore her heart on her sleeve. Ninety percent of the time, her emotions were easily readable. She was capable though, of suppressing some of them when she chose. Such as when she did not want others to guess so easily at her thoughts. That was the very case when it came to feeling strongly for another being. She locked her heart behind icy chains and threw away the key, just out of reach.

Instead of pressing him further with more words or questions, the Shadow Queen only read him with a quiet glimmer of understanding deep in her eyes when he spoke with truth. She had only dipped so far into the twistedness and loss that was his past. But already, with what they had shared and experienced, she felt on the level with him. And at first, she uttered a soft "I don't blame you..."

She let it hang in the air, the inches parting them. While never once, taking her eyes off his granite and ice form. Dark ears splaying back, she took a single step closer. "I know how you feel." She dared push in, nestling her crown in against the thick hairs of his neck. "Far, far too well." Tzila had nearly had it all and then lost and lost again. First Astaroth, who was never truly hers. Then his sheer presence in her life. Followed by her son, through no fault of her own. Where her voice had been choked, nearly pained, it was now full of promise. Promise that would not be shattered. "I will not let that happen. I swear it." And on the tip of her tongue, but unsaid "Just ask, and I will give you everything."