Neverwinter Forest warmth

she only hums in agreement, focused in her task of sharing the man’s prize. it was the norns that watched over them. any marring of the land and callyope would hear of it, if she didn’t know of it already.

he takes his share of the meat as soon as she lifted. she’s lived with enough men to recognize the guttural chuffs were that of a satisfied man, and the tension in her shoulders relieves. it’s only fair. the mulberry woman’s head dips slightly, her eyes wide as they lock gaze with luhtar. the small hint of a smile never left her. i should be the one thanking you.

her bites are more like nibbles. she never liked eating in front of guests, it was unsightly of her as the graceful priestess to gnash her teeth. but her stomach growled, more eager than she was for the rabbit. her slender body unfurls from its poised sit to a more casual lay as teeth tore into supple meat, ankles wrapped around the carcass to pin it whenever she tore, and the man asks her a question she couldn’t prepare an answer towards.

not yet. she says after scarfing down a chunk, quieting her aching stomach. but i will. and you? you seem to be doing well for yourself, dregnr.