Luneshale Pass bite & blood

A spy.
She thinks upon Eset, of the way her spindly arms wrapped around her in a sense of shared helplessness and fear of their kingdom being torn asunder by ruthless teeth. If she could alert her fellahin, her sisters, of what may come; Okay, she nods slowly. you're right.
Blackened lips part as her tongue brushes against the lower. A teasing curve finds them now. Are you telling this to all us girls, mazoi? Or was she, somehow, seen as helpful in those seafoam eyes? You look good tonight, by the way.