Nova Peak ❇ Sóóts'ii

women harbored many talents indeed. having been raised by priestesses in the bowels of the temple-den: away from prying eyes and loose tongues, vhagar knows this. they were weavers of stories, makers of berry wine and keepers of prophecies.
perhaps, in some sliver of a way, she reminds him of them.
you are very good at it, vhagar murmurs, turning his gaze back to the fur again. the scent... what is it? he asks next, hoping that if he spoke of her interests, of her creation she might open up a bit more to him.