Duskfire Glacier lluvia

"that is what i mean, mi dulce," silvertongue offered in the honeyed voice which had once so appeased pharaoh. his words too on her tongue, an oft-repeated sentiment for queen satsu. "you have many men here. i did not sense many women. so go out. find someone to entertain you. devote yourself to that. sleep cannot evade the exhausted." she was teasing now, and openly; she enjoyed the repartee and the rapport. "it was a beautiful place. my time there is ended." and so was her time here on this stone terrace, though silvertongue did not yet move to leave faust there in the cold green scent.