At ease with her current company, Leera settles onto the snow-crusted ground and stretches her petite limbs out before her. Carrying the added weight of her litter has been hell for her small bones, especially her ankles, and the expecting mother takes advantage of any time she's able to be off her paws. "Lie down," she cooes to the other woman between congratulations, nodding to Nephthys' swollen ankles.
Leera listens to her friend's words about their current situation, nodding along. Yes, they've found themselves in the grip of a patriarchal society, but it won't be for long -- not if Leera can help it. There's disdain on her face for a moment but she folds into Nephthys' chuckling, eyes glimmering at the thought of their first rivaled encounter.
"Who's the baby daddy?" Leera chuckles again, the warmth of her breath turning to fog in the night air. "I could ask you just the same," she murmurs warmly, casting Nephthys an expectant glance. But she's not afraid to name the seed she's taken -- she's proud of her accomplishment of seducing Erövrare's emperor. "I've taken the High Lord's seed," she says after a moment, watching Nephthys with a grin. She sighs with content, stretching out even further and curling her long tail around her. "He's an impatient bastard but he is king; I have a thing for kings, I suppose. Now spill."
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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