Blackfeather Woods Wicked sitar rift

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She knew Damien would not like her tone of authority, but she lost touch of the conversation as it went on, only picking up bits of information as she watched the child itself. It was fascinating to her, never mind it's history. "Qilaq," She murmured to herself as the young ling squirmed towards her, though she paid no mind to it's proper pronouncement . However, she did not care so much about the name, it was just a name. Xivilai or not. Afterall, she was still undecided about the Daedric culture, she could not bring herself to care of his origin. She would call her child what name pleased her, regardless of Damien's rather annoying opinion.

In a squirm-filled shuffle, the tiny child sunk it's teeth into her breast, Nemesis letting out a startled flinch as it did so. Oh, so this was what it had wanted. Yes, well Kove could not give it that. But it seems nothing produces and the child wails, making Nemesis flinch as second time. Her expression turns from awe to panicked, looking from between the others for a solution.