Black Morass xo tatted all over

ione’s eyes gleamed as the girl spoke, the reverend mother’s lips curling into a soft, approving smile. ah, girl, she cooed, her voice a melodic hum that seemed to cradle the air around them. such knowledge, such potential. it sings from you!
her gaze lingered on the girl, drinking in the passion that radiated with every word she spoke. she could feel the untamed energy bubbling beneath the surface, a river of potential waiting to be channeled.
and of poisons? ione urged gently, stepping closer, her tone warm but insistent. show me what else you know. there is more in you—i see it.
her eyes narrowed slightly, not in judgment, but in curiosity. she tilted her head, watching intently as if the girl’s every movement held a secret worth uncovering. what else do those clever paws of yours carry, hmm?