The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

She took another sip as he spoke, getting used to the taste now. A buzz started to tickle the back of her neck, like a tiny bee burrowing into her brain and causing her eyes to glass over.

Another sip, it's nearly empty, she's nearly enjoying this. A plaintive smile plays on her lips and she giggles as he mentions that he had to prove himself.

"Well, you certainly proved yourself then!" She replied with a notch of volume higher than her typical quiet, hesitant voice. She played with the glass in her paw, her movements more fluid and languid than usual. She would have been an accomplished herbalist, with the most delicious rose-infused honey and mead this side of the continent. A sassy farmer's daughter made to dream of princesses and extravagant social events but would settle to provide the royal family with roses and mead. The best in the world in fact.

Instead, her ambitions died when the waters broke and she entered the world.
She would instead be whore and nurse simply by the luck of the draw.
Her body was warm and fuzzy and light all over.
"Ohhh... I see how you like this now." She mused with a smirk, dropping the cup to the table with some accidental force. A little toxic poison entered her eyes, untethered from behind her carefully curated masks.


"Speech"