>>5328622>>5328621>>5328615>>5328613>>5328606>>5328595>>5328556>>5328552>>5328547“Agreed.”
“Wait… What?”
The Novice seems taken aback, but you simply shrug, and gesture to ‘Junior’.
“Look what you can accomplish in a cave, with scrap-equipment and long-dried blood and yolk. Your skill is undeniable. The Chaplain is… Unwise to not value that ingenuity. I certainly do.”
The Novice opens her mouth, then shuts it with a click, simply looking at you with utter bewilderment.
“And your advice, and material aid,” you add. “Your care and companionship is most appreciated, oh Healing One.”
“What ridiculous flattery is this?” she scoffs, looking away, tail flitting with… Not annoyance. Embarrassment? “H-healing One… What is your game, Degenerate?”
“Would you prefer ‘Blasphemous Shaper and Restorer of Flesh?’” you ask, with a shade of your usual banter.
The Novice shoots you a glare.
“You are aware I am not in-season, yes?” she snaps. “And the Chaplain would never permit you to take advantage even if I were.”
“The thought never crossed my mind,” you lie, unconvincingly.
She scoffs.
“The offspring would be fascinating test subjects, though…”
The Novice Fleshweaver gives you a sidelong glance, as if considering something. Her tail’s motions grow more fluid, more languid, and then it lifts, raising her cloak a little with it. Your eyes flit downward, and you feel a twinge of the <appetite>… But the spell is broken when she once more rattles with laughter.
“As if!” she cackles, curling her tail tight around her. “I may be a ‘blasphemer’, but even -I- wouldn’t go that far.”
“Who asked you to?” you bite back.
The two of you bicker and snipe for a while longer, as you so often have, before eventually slipping into a comfortable silence and a deepened mutual understanding.
We seemed to have a pretty obvious lean, so might as well move on to the next vote. 