>>5682103“When the Red Dragonborn were lossst, sseparated from one another and from their Dragon Ssspirit, unable to cooperate and to sssee their sssimilaritiess and common caussse, it wasss meditation that bridged their divide and made them whole.”
It’s the Novice Fleshweaver’s turn to be mortified now.
“No,” she says. “Oh, you absolute… You FREAK. You WEIRDO. You can’t mean to make usss do THAT?!”
“What?” Ekaterine almost screams, clutching at her ragged-hemmed dress and wrapping her arms protectively around her torso. “Do what?!”
You meet first the Novice’s eyes, then Eka’s… And then you sit down, cross-legged.
“…W-what?” Ekaterine whispers.
“Come, “ you say, patting the stone before you. “Let usss meditate together, on what it meansss to be powerful, wissse, majessstic, and good—TRULY good.”
The Novice Fleshweaver lowers her face into her hands, and deflates like a punctured air-bladder.
“Let usss meditate,” you declare, “on our shared DRAGON SSSPIRIT!”
“I hate you,” the Novice hisses. “I abssolutely dessspisse you. Do you know thisss, Degenerateborn?"
“Ah… I…” Ekaterine mumbles, unintelligible, then plops down unceremoniously and hastily tucked her legs in, staring down at the stone below.
“…What did you THINK thisss idiot meant?” the Novice demands.
Ekaterine is silent and, eventually relenting to your will, the Novice seats herself as well.
In the end, you're not sure how much progress is made on the females' attainment of a Dragon Soul, but they DO seem a little closer, to you and each other. It's not exactly a night of uninhibited orgasms and moaned-and-whispered elven eroticism... but in some ways, in the ways that matter, it is more meaningful.
