pinky up

after Yarra comes two other women, one of them Saxe and one of them…deliciously familiar. Yarra allows her gaze to fixate on that black and white pelt, a leering grin curving across the dark satin of her lips. oh, what a wonderful surprise it’d been when Absinth had arrived at their little reunion, and what fun to learn she’d be sticking around. “hello, sweetling,” she purrs, lust dripping from her voice. as Absinth settles beside her, she presses her mouth to the fae’s ear, each word husky with promise. “nothing as interesting as our last meeting, i’m afraid. see what you’ve done to me?” her bottom lip curls into a pout, though her eyes dance with mischief.

enthralled as she is, Yarra doesn’t look over until Uncle Rhaz begins speaking, but as his lesson unfurls she grants him her full attention, her only reaction the occasional approving rumble. “medicine,” she supplies, once Kaino has had her say. “tinctures and antidotes and herbs, all of it can be used to exert influence. after all, what choice does one have when their lover or children are dying? and if they happen to contract an illness only we, coincidentally, have the cure to?” she shrugs, a mean little smirk creeping along her face even as her voice remains guileless. “it’d be a shame, really.”