Duskfire Glacier after midnight

a skitter of paws, hurried and almost panicked. fleeting. svalla turned her head to watch the same woman faust had taken. she reeked of his scent, causing the wilding's lips to curl with her obvious disgust. 

wait a frail, weak thing. skulking about like a rat. and to think faust would of had standards. she would not let the jealousy swallow her whole; this woman had nothing, while svalla had everything. 

if he wished to screw serfs, so be it. but, the urge to mess with the woman was strong. fire dances within the sharpness of her eyes as she shifts, laying upon her side, eyes tracking the woman. 

"you are leaving?" she mused with a roll of her eyes. "and so soon? what a shame. was he that awful of a lay?" she goaded.