PLAYING DRUMS WITH A BLEACHED BONE

tongue would glide over inky lips and her eyes would adjust to the lighting of such a place. Ears turned forward and the woman bolstered herself, she would go forth and she would find the source of this summons. Such power! Such hope. A hiss flees from her lips and the woman's nails hit the ground with ease. Taking her time, her sweet time, she falls in line with the few gathered, turning her attention on the reine. A smile lingers over her jaws as she crosses the side of her sister, indignant and warm she hisses her name "Io," It is spoken with the slick loyalty she bids to her siblings and she offers her warm touch in effort to assuage their time apart. Eyes flee to the matriarch of the land and a coy smile plays on her womanly features, "Do you require those that swear fealty?" Anything for you my sweet o anything!

Speech!