Black Morass xo tatted all over

there was something magnetic about her—a darkness she wore so naturally, like a cloak she wasn’t quite willing to shed.
remarkable, she murmured, her voice soft but laced with genuine fascination. you speak as though you’ve walked this path many times before, child. there is wisdom in you, a depth rare to find.
her lips curved faintly, a subtle smile of approval. knowledge like yours... it’s a gift. a dangerous one, yes, but still a gift. you’ve studied the poisons well, better than many would dare.
she took a step closer, her tone low, almost conspiratorial. i could teach you more, she encouraged, the reverence in her voice unmistakable. teach you the wonders, hone that skill. and practice!