Duskfire Glacier not kids no more

the anger so evident in his stiff posture, the set of his jaw...gods, it was beautiful. and it was exactly what she wanted. perhaps she was cruel, so get such enjoyment from his misery. there's a knowing look in her eye. faust may play the stoic chieftain to the rest of darukaal, but had he forgotten she could read him like no other could?

she's so happy with herself. elated, truly. "what's the matter, faust?" she cooed, mimicking a pout. prodding at him, to see if she could get him to snap. to witness the ire he hardly contained. "you said pleasure was not a crime, did you not?" throwing his words back in his face, a pointed blow. a calculated one.

she does not let him walk away from her. she slides against his side, just a ghost of a teasing touch. rubbing the man's scent against his skin, too, simply for the fun of it. she was playing a dangerous game and it is one she's intent on winning. he had made a fool of her, and she would return the favor.

"jealousy has never suited you, you know." svalla muses with a flash of teeth. "or are you upset because your serf of a woman could not please you?"