Luneshale Pass perla

once upon a time, the one once belen might have found this a deep compliment. perhaps she might have paraded herself toward this brother, glutting herself on the potential of having them both and thus power. but there was only a dangerous haunted threat here, the promise of cracked bones and eyes put out. slaves needed none of those things."está mintiendo," the moonweaver hissed through sharp fangs with a sharp laugh. "estoy flácido como una polla vieja." silvertongue knew this did not matter, that they would taste whatever of her life they wanted. but she also knew men, and knew that men who took would be thwarted and dissatisfied by such gauche surrender. they had left the qeya far, far behind. her children were safe, and thus silvertongue was free not to fight for her release.