GLACIEM & AMENTI

A sultry shadow would hurry into the meeting unnoticed, a tiny little demon who had stumbled upon a rare treat on the way, and couldn't resist the temptation, like Eve couldn't resist the lure of the apple. Exotic bi toned orbs flickered over the assembled crowd, watching them bustle and fill their bellies. Seeking out her beloved Queen, she slipped through the crowd, and appeared at her side. Her voice came out a whisper, filled with an apologetic tone. "My apologies for being so late, dear Queen, I simply couldn't resist the lure of what kept me." She told the giant daemon, then let the tip of her long tail trail along the woman's side in apology.

Her gaze flicked over to the King of Glaciem, a beautiful creature, with rosy flesh and pristine white fur. Averting her gaze, she returned it to her lovely daemon. Would she kick the obsidian bitch for being so horribly late? Hopefully not, she was far too pretty, and was one of the few truly loyal women. If Raven was damaged, what would Canttina do? Internally, the tiny fae hoped this was true, and simply waited for her lovely Queen to say something.




"Speech"