>>5296846You stare blankly. Surely she just meant that she wishes to brood and set up her kingdom nearby your own location, to benefit from your protection and a Reptilian alliance. You are ASBOLUTELY CERTQAIN that’s what she means by ‘with you’. You keep telling yourself that.
“Your people will need room to grow and expand,” you say. “What about this place? The Devourer has seemingly rightened off or DEVOURED most others? It is warm and dry, it is only a few days from the surface, and the Drow may prove useful allies as well. Maybe the kobolds, too, once they’re sufficiently subjugated. What do you think?”
Glowie tilts her head.
“Will you be king here, then?” she asks.
“I’m… A champion, but not actually a KING,” you correct. “Not exactly. I will go where the Serpent Priesthood dictates… Once I have gone to Bloodrise and returned.”
“No,” Glowie asserts with surprising fierceness. “They are lesser. You are ROYAL. Mother felt it, when you reached out with mind. I feel it, when you roar, when you command. You are KING. It is why you are good mate.”
Okay, so maybe she DOESN’T just mean she wants to lay eggs in your geographic proximity… Though proximity is clearly on the menu, as she advances and squeezes her (borrowed! disguised! shapeshifted! she is a GLOW-WORM!) body against yours, burying her face in your neck and inhaling deeply of you. The humming starts again, and swaying, as if trying to dance with you.
“You should rule,” she says. “Your lizards. My worms. It is your nature, Dragonborn.”
What do you do?
>Violently rebuke Glowie for this heresy [-relationship]>Admit that you’ve secretly felt the same thing>Forcefully assign Glowie a realm, which you will NOT be helping her populate [specify where]>Hurriedly excuse yourself from this bizarre and unexpected situation>Embrace the worm-princess, and tentatively agree to this ‘alliance’ [+relationship]>Write-in 