>>5421083“Do you raise bugs, then?” you ask.
The Queen shakes her head, a slight back-and-forth twist.
“Too busy raising Queens,” she admits. “Though… Some of my sons keep and breed scout-beetles of impressive colouration and wonderful tracking skill.”
You wonder how old she is… How many daughters, and sons, she has birthed. As an expectant father yourself—twice over, you suppose, after… The dream-liaison… You wonder whether she might have advice for a newborn dynasty and first-time parent. But, no, what could a mammal-mother offer a Father of Dragons… Right?
Small-talk resumes after your rather intense and challenging conversational choices are concluded. You tune out, despite your best efforts—even among Drow, better than most mammals, much of this dialogue is chattering, monkey-like ‘social grooming’, meaningless to a cold-blooded and logical scion of the Master Race. Eventually, though, elves begin to filter away, to retire. This includes Queen Myrymma and Princess Jazkarmel.
“You are welcome to our hospitality,” the Queen offers, personally. “It will be much, MUCH more comfortable than that offered by the lowborn labourers, I assure you.”
Do you accept?
>Yes, for you wish to have words with the Queen more privately>Yes, because you need to discuss some matters with Jazkarmel>Yes, you’d like to snoop around a little bit>Yes, you like the idea of some dragon-appropriate luxury>No, you need to get back to the Novice and your new converts/experiments>No, you don’t trust this House Yvonlace, and don’t wish to show favouritism>No, you think you’d like to pay a visit to one of the Princes-Ascending>No, you’d like to explore more of Wevenore>Write-in[“Yes” or “no” votes will be tallied, and the most popular rationale chosen… Maybe two, if they mesh well.]
