>>5681072“Leaving so soon?”
You look up, blinking in confusion as Jazkarmel interrupts your thoughts.
“I… Thought you had implied…?”
Jazkarmel regards you curiously. You exchange a look with Eka, who looks just as confused as you—maybe more so.
“I had,” Jazkarmel says. “Implied.”
Olu’s expression shifts into one of plain panic, seeming to realize something before the rest of you. He motions in rapid Drow sign-language—he must have picked up some of silent speech, but Jazkarmel merely takes his hands in hers, then sensually slides a hand up to massage his shoulder. His eyes flit to you, looking deeply apologetic, and you sense his anxiety growing.
“I don’t think I understand,” Ekaterine interjects. “The, ah, dialect, maybe?”
“I am saying that it is time for me and my Olu to depart for my tent here,” Jazkarmel speaks slowly, enunciating the words carefully, “and that you two are welcome to join.”
“W-wait,” Ekaterine stammers, face and neck and even the uppermost part of her chest aflush with a crimson blush. “What?”
Suddenly, Jazkarmel’s commentary upon Ekaterine’s appearance takes on an entirely different and altogether unexpected meaning, and Oluwadamialre’s panic makes perfect sense. In fact, her forwardness about the diplomacy begins to make more sense, too—Jaz is never one for pretense or formality, but she’s only ever been so blunt in the past when she was quite intoxicated. And ‘blunt’ is an understatement, here, speaking on THIS matter!
“Drow Princess!” The Archer admonishes her, falling back into the Reptilian habit of substituting titles for names in his hurry to mend the situation. “Remember yourself! The Dragonborn will not—”
“Won’t he?” Jazkarmel asks, raising her eyebrow archly at you. “What does the Dragonborn think? And his… Blushing bride?”
This is getting entirely out of hand! And yet… Well, it’s certainly ONE form of stress-relief, and one Ekaterine could participate in, if she was so inclined. Ha! But as if she ever would…
…
Would she? Would YOU?
>Spend your torpor with Ekaterine>Spend your torpor with the Fleshweaver>Spend your torpor in Jazkarmel’s tent… With Jaz, Olu, and Eka>Write-inPardon the goofy and lewd social vote (with, admittedly, some minor relationship implications and 'mechanical' affects). Been a while since we had one of these. Wonder what JiggleAnon has been up to? 