Black Morass despechá

her smiles turns cheshire, and eyes of gold gleam with satisfaction. allure. this woman was charming, both with her beauty and her words of silk. isobel steps forward, tail swaying languidly at her hind. her steps were confident and fluid.

"este placer es todo mío, reverenda madre. no es frecuente que conozca a una mujer hermosa y poderosa. los dioses me han bendecido en este día." words spoken with rapture, for she was now at this woman's altar. 

she wonders then, what she'd done to please the gods for them to bless her with this opportunity. a chance to rise once again to the power she'd once achieved, stolen from her grip. 

another step, and isobel's gliding alongside the woman. bold in her appreciation, as a woman so divine and rich deserves the praise. "hay mucho que deseo, pero una cosa necesito; un altar para servir a los dioses y predicar sus bendiciones. una vex fui suma sacerdotisa."

"dices que estas son tus tierras. dígame, reverenda madre, qué buscan usted y su pueblo. tengo muchos... activos." she purrs.