candle burning slowly by the bed

She watched him walk over the hard cavern floor. His claws barely and softly clicked over them. Her suspicions flared anew. Servants and nobles were taught how to whisper over polished marble and sandstone floors. The old human places with tattered rugs would barely cover the polished palace floors.

He seemed taken aback by her state. Honestly, she wasn't surprised, it was dark the night before, he wouldn't have seen her that well, not with one eye in the dark. And she was... rather protruding these days.

"Plea... Stoke... Stoke the fire, please." She had tried at first with Yara to hold that powerful leader's countenance but it just wasn't something she could muster. The pleases and thank yous, pleasantries, and fawning were too well ingrained for her to battle it all at once.

"Then tell me what your story is." She was lonely. Both Bas and Yara had other duties. And the companion that she wished the most to be so near was the furthest away, safe from the blight and hating her guts.

"Ignita"