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It was not simple touch Eset would receive, but a blessed hug as her arm went around the other woman's neck. Her voice was from the pits of a shadow land as they touched her ears. Misery, humor and mockery that slushed together and made muck in her stomach. 

When Eset pulled away, she had turned to a beastly trot around the room, delicate and fierce to face fires. Legend was entranced with its mystery and could not look away. Their lives, and her life, a mold Eset did not fit into, was placed before the ears of the room, and Legend would be forced to understand it as it settled in cracks and bones. Men, men, men! Boys who believed they could take title of men. None worthy enough for Eset.

Her paws swiveled to follow her in circles as she stayed in the center of the room. Turning her eyes alone grew impossible. "Oh, no, Eset! Your pleasure!" Legend stood on her hind legs, lifting her front paw to her forehead. "It's- It's-" she acted to hype up her finished sentence, "MOOT!" and then dramatically feigned a faint. "A serf to be pleased by man? You're deranged!" Legend acted as if she crawled from a hole, grasping at the ground before coming to a stand. Her mouth coughed from the insence.

Then her whisper. Legend whispered back. "You? Woman? Not innocent?" GASP! How PREPOSTEROUS! She was loopy as fuck to amuse it.

Then, she was bounding about the floors with her, dancing in unison(or they'd think so this wasted). "We will dance away the beds of foolish mennnn. Allllll away from you! Nnn..Its not like I need..HH.mhah..nanha..HH." Legend was tearing up, and her breath was quickening. She gasped in shaky breaths. "NmmSeeth. I don' neeeed him att alL!" Her lip trembled as she told herself that.