Rolled 18, 3, 11, 5, 6 = 43 (5d20)
>>5773093>>5773089>>5772985>>5772755>>5773103Half-sleeping, barely-living, you rouse from your reverie at the sound of that voice—the voice of your First Beloved, your childhood rival and adversary turned companion and combat medic, your partner-in-crime and the one who helped make you what you are today… Sseztlussth. The Chaplain’s Daughter. The Novice Fleshweaver. Your Serpent Queen.
The dulcet sounds of her shrewish nattering and belligerent mockery are like music to your ears, most of all because her skepticism is seemingly unique. Oh, plenty have been UPSET or CONFUSED by the changes you’ve exhibited. How could they not? You quite LITERALLY have not been yourself these last eleven months. The Old King has brushed them off or browbeat them into silence, though. To the Reptilians, your turn towards (benevolent?) tyranny must seem like a coming-of-age, almost an ascendancy: the young king finally finding his footing, becoming as a Dragon King of legend IS, as you OUGHT to be. To the mammals in your charge, it must seem a natural thing indeed, for a ‘lizard king’ to be so cold and callous, distant and draconian.
But that isn’t you, and SHE, at least, knows it. Your mate, your close companion, she has DANCED with you. She has HELD you, and been held BY you. She has felt your hearts beat as one. She might not UNDERSTAND love, not as you do, but she KNOWS it, and knows what it means to you. SHE knows you would not abandon Ekaterine and her child, or leave Natvodosk’s whereabouts unknown—not you, who insisted on seeing your Dragon Princess born, and to hold her.
With whatever energy you can must, with every iota of your heart and soul, you must your feelings, desperately reaching out across that ephemeral and intangible connection one calls ‘love'. Through eyes which have not been truly yours for a year now, you meet hers, and you will her to SEE you, to FEEL you, to RECOGNIZE you...
To SAVE you.
[Seduction roll, +1 bonus die for Reptilian Empathy]
