‘So they are gonna have some… fun with women huh?’, Sheva thought to herself. For some reason the thought upset her greatly, but because she couldn’t point out why exactly she remained silent and her expression was unchanged.
Mouth snapping shut as Shel burst in, Mynx still had a smile on her face from Vel’s response to Sheva’s probing. She had her own thoughts on the men Vel had listed off...thoughts she would keep to herself for the time being. The smile slipped off her lips quickly as the orc brought the she-lycan into the room, all hopes of avoiding the dog’s stench now gone. She let out a low growl then turned her grey-blue gaze on the mage. Not wanting to appear rude and ignore the question posed of her, she looked into the mirror once more. “I think is nice...pretty...and smell good too...unlike dog,” she said quietly. Canine teeth exposed in her distress, she turned her attention to the Orc, her eyes narrowing as she stared hard at her. Although they had passed one another often enough in the camp, they had never interacted, and even now she found herself drawn to the woman’s appearance, as she had been to Tarrok’s, the prominent tusks the center of her fixation.
Huffing, she looked to Selene. “No dogs allowed,” she stated in a harsh tone, her nose twitching as she was distracted by the overpowering scent coming from the pipe. There were so many new odors in the room, not to mention the new faces to look upon, that her head was swiveling. The feline shook her head, trying to sort through everything. For her, it was a bit overwhelming. She inhaled again...deeper this time...needing a further distraction from the lycan. “What in pipe?” she asked. Every instinct cried for her to flee...or attack...but in current company she held back, her muscles spasming with anticipation.
Selene looked at the cat-woman with bored eyes, completely disregarding what she had to say. Whatever it was, she heard it before. Sighing, she meekly followed the orc and sat down where she was told. She didn't want to be here but her new master instructed it and she was still too tired to do much and so she had been passed among his companions until she ended up with the orc after the giant half bartered, half ordered it. Sighing, she pushed up against the wall with her back, eyes observing everyone here. At least she could get some intel into who her companions were.
Vel wasn’t certain why sheva was grinning so but it made her uncomfortable as she closed her book. However at that moment the Orc woman burst in and brought more unwelcome news… and apparently guests. She threw her hands up at the announcement that everyone was staying in this room before she had to duck to avoid being clocked by the giant pipe she was lugging after her. Vel gave a glare from under the hood, not that she could see it.
There was no way she was going to get any translating done now. She crossed her arms and slumped back against the table as she watched the Orc walk back into the hall and a moment later bring a new face into the room. Vel leaned forward as she heard the growl from Mynx. Yes she’d known they had some prisoners but she hadn’t paid much mind to them until now. She eyed the women from under her hood before looking to Mynx. Dog? Did that mean that women was a werewolf? Yet another cursed was in their midst.
Vel became slightly more tense as she watched the woman take her place in the corner before casting her eyes to the orc and watching her take a huge puff from the giants pipe and wondered how healthy that could possibly be. She leaned on one hand with something of a sigh. So all the men had stepped out had they? She wasn’t entirely sure she believed Shel though, Tris most likely Some of the others sure but Ashvel wouldn’t and she didn’t think Yn would either… probably.
As Shel entered the room with the rather huge pipe, Su Lin listened to what the Orc had to speak. A rather confident race, skilled in combat, she waited until Shel had finished speaking and took a hit on the pipe. She glanced over toward Mynx as she inquired what was in the pipe and the corners of her lips curled trying to refrain from a giggle. Her tone as casual as she could sound, knowing that many different blends could be in such pipes. With the effect the substance in the pipe seemed to have on Shel, Su Lin offered a statement/question
“Perhaps a calming blend?” was all she offered to Mynx before gazing in Shel’s direction, moving her hand to her chest, offering a slight nod “I do not believe we have formally spoken, my name is Su Lin, a pleasure.” Not really expecting much response from Shel, her curiosity was peaked into what was in the pipe the Orc had.
“She is Shel”, Sheva snapped before the Orc could speak, “It appears they found a perfect shepherd to guard us poor little lambs? Clever, but I don’t get the point of the pipe…”, Sheva shook her head. Were the men really so afraid they will cock block them or something? Cowards, pathetic fools. And why was Shel playing along with them? The whole situation caused Sheva to be angry, even though she couldn’t nail exactly why.
Peripherally, Shel considered the nuances of Sheva’s mannerisms (but otherwise appearing to be listening to the complaint from Mynx and greeting from Su), and noticed that the mage did not wince at her comment about the men. Good, the orc thought to herself, respecting that. Shel then gave Sheva a meaningful glance before turning to respond to Mynxella and Su-Lin, in proper order.
So Shel was somehwat surprised at Sheva’s abrupt outburst, which clearly showed that she was unable to hold her cool as she jabbered on about shepherds, lambs, and other meaningless drivel. Tilting her head, Shel had to stop herself from bursting into full out laughter at Sheva’s misconceptions.
More like a lamb in wolves’ clothing, Shel corrected the mage in silent retort, shifting towards Mynx to hand over the long pipe… to inspect or inhale, as she so wished. Shel could not exactly name what herbs it consisted held, but they smelled earthy and carried a hint of mint, offering up an interesting bouquet of fine fragrances and flavours.
“True,” the orc eventually repeated in light-hearted mimicry to Sheva’s upset demeanour, turning the introduction into a thing of pride, simply choosing to own it. ”I am Shel the Shepherd, and I’ve come to separate the sheep from the goats. I thought if we were stuck here all night, we all could at least use some entertainment after the raid,” the orc calmly suggested. Because if she had to endure Balder’s insistence that she remain with the ladies, she would at least ensure that it would not be dull… and make sure they all slept sweetly.
Firstly, the orc passed Balder’s pipe over to the ocecat, interpreting Mynx’s expression as one of interest. Secondly, she removed her outer cloak, revealing the largest flask of red wine she could find within the Rogue’s stock, handing this over to Su-Lin as an implied nice to meet you. Because wasn’t a bit of wine justified after such a vile attack? Shel thought so, at least... and irregardless of who would agree.
The dice that she then tossed onto the table were more of an anomaly, they being something that the orc had found lying on a random table in the Annex. “Let’s play Truth Dice,” Shel proposed as she glanced directly at Sheva, not in an unfriendly manner. Instead, Shel’s tawny eyes displayed a thankful recognition of the healing that the mage had administered upon her face… while also sporting the slightest hint of underlying goading that the orc could not help.
It was a tone that lightly mocked Sheva’s magical abilities, because such abominable power was something that was difficult for Shel to stomach. This person should not be able to force her speak things that made her uncomfortable.
Sheva grabbed the bottle from Su-Lin rather roughly, searching in her small backpack a glass into which she poured the liquid before handing it back to Su. She needed the strong drink, as the anger had increased within her, “Are we allowed to play games, Shel?”, she mocked as she drank slowly, wiping her lips with a napkin once she was done, “And such an exotic ale… Shouldn’t you keep us out of trouble, shepherd?”
Shel remained in a staunch silence as Sheva’s temper spiked once again. The fiery yet fickle display of raw emotion gave the orc a sense of utter bemusement, and it was all that Shel could do to keep herself from grinning outright now. What was that about? The men, or…what? Shel briefly considered if she had been wrong a moment ago about Sheva being able to face the more carnal behaviours of males. Learning to not bat an eye was essential when it came to understanding them—or better yet, beating them at their own games.
Mynx couldn’t help but pick up on the tension coming off the mage in waves. She tilted her head curiously, pipe now in hand, and lightly touched the woman’s arm. With a nod of her head, she offered the herb infused concoction to Sheva first, thinking the potent brew might help with her anxiety. For herself, she fumbled to remove the leather pouch around her neck, loosening the string that kept it closed and shaking out some of the contents. The dried herbs, mostly consisting of mint, littered the surface of the desktop and the feline used her finger to pick up the pieces, inserting them into her mouth slowly. The effect was almost instant, a charge of energy flowing through her lithe body as her pupils dilated. Like the adrenaline Su Lin had given her earlier, it helped to combat the effect of the sleep powder which continued to drag on her senses, the cat feeling recharged and ready for whatever the night held. She had no intention of sleeping, the presence of the lycan a constant on her mind.
Vel could feel the tension and she set back looking between the two women wondering where it was coming from. As always she remains silent but her attention was fully between the two as if she was ready to step between them should their tension become something more.
Taking over from where Mynx left off, almost as if the ocecat had just passed a baton, Shel once more addressing Sheva—but this time in orcish. She just had to speak her mind or she would burst, but couldn’t bring herself to say these things in front of the others.
”Sheva,” she began slowly, each word pronounced carefully but deliberately, in a tone almost reminiscent of a shamanic curse of the orc. (Again, Shel had to hold back her laughter at these antics, because the irony of speaking to a human mage like this felt as enchanting as it was gratifying.) ”Daj zabroju na. Daj ŭ ruki niemy. Daj nam vočy gnatz. Yor ghaz breet—ba brudu ta ruki—pregu ŭ dakranucca bor naruk prikdarok. Ja vyratuju ciabie vyratuju siabie... klicha ŭ boj... z jraro taboj. Daj nam zniaviečanych karahod, lamant dular gat bres.”
Shel then paused for a moment after speaking, soon proceeding to give a false translation of the orcish words, supposing that the room was wondering what she had said.
“I said… Are you done? Fine then. Go. There’s the door. Walk through it if you please. No one will stop you… not even me. I won’t even tell Balder you defied his explicit instruction,” the orc conceded before concluding with, “...although... I would like you to stay.”
Sheva inhaled the pipe and let out a long white smoke line move out of her lips. She hated smoking, but she needed to get some steam off. Literally. She nodded before giving it back to Shel. Now was not the time to fight indeed. Looking between the girls she realized she needed to get her fixed expression unchanged and cold again. She needed to preserve her reputation after all.
While she didn’t understand everything that Shel was saying in the clack and dialect of her tongue, as the orc language was extremely hard to master, and didn’t had direct clear grammar rules like the high elven speech, not to mention the way it sounded from Shel lips was even rougher than everything she heard before. However studying under her druid master was enough to enable her know few words, and at least get some of the idea. While she didn’t understand most of it, she could understand the She-orc’s will to not fight. She was also able to tell that Shel was not translating the words or that she was not telling the truth.
“I will stay”, she answered the ‘translation’ as a smirk spread across her lips, “And of course… we will play…”, she added, “Always better than a quarrel”, obviously Sheva was addressing the real words Shel spoke, but she figured poking a lioness was not wise right now, mainly when she waved a white flag of truce and definitely not many people were around them, none of which actually related to everything between the two, “So… What are the rules?”
“Rules for what?” Nalvhasèa asked as she approached the group of women before her. She hadn’t spent much time with the group since she decided to join them in their journey. Now seemed like a better time than any to try and get to know the people she would be traveling and fighting with. She could sense there was some tension among them, but thought it would be best to not mention it.
Vel looked between the two women, picking up on the orcish words. She raised a questioning eyebrow that no one would notice, what she said she said, wasn't what she said. Before she could think much more on it a new woman once more walked through the door to asking the question she herself was thinking.
Shel’s lips curled up around her tusks in a playful smile.
“It’s an orcish game,” she responded to both Sheva and Nalvhasea, killing two birds with one stone. “One that I used to play… a long time ago.”
What feels like a lifetime ago, in fact.
Pausing at this troubling thought, Shel extended her hand out towards Sheva, seizing the pipe from her to take yet another hit of the herbs. It was… so unnervingly strong, whatever it was that giant’s smoked… wasn’t it?
Because for a moment Shel grew incredibly dizzy, which in turn caused a momentary distraction from her explaining the rules of the game. Instead, she was attempting to pass the pipe back to Mynx… but finding this task difficult as she navigated through her fuzzy brain to focus on which ocecat was the real one. Because Shel was now seeing three ocecats… all thanks to the great headrush given to her from the tobacco.
Not entirely fluent in Orc, Su Lin did have a base understanding of what Shel had spoken. A refrained grin comes to Su Lin as she listens to the ‘translation’ offered by Shel. Ever proud this Orc was, she certainly would make this evening interesting. She set the wine to the side as she continued to keep watch on those in the room.
"This… looks like a nightmare waiting.." Jezi followed shortly after the new woman. Her eyes showed confused emotions, both at the odd sight before her, yet at the meeting between her and Yn. She felt relieved that they had addressed their conversation after the bandit raid, but she herself had been hoping to avoid and let that history pass unquestioned. Yn, for as kind and block headed he was, was good at remembering things she didn't want him to recall.
"I think I'll pass on whatever this is going to be." Jezi spoke to the group at large before she headed towards an empty chair to claim as her own and sat down. Taking up her spot Jezi looked over the group before letting her mind wander to different thoughts of her own.
The feline leaned forward as more women joined them, a slight scowl on her face when she saw Jezi enter. “I play,” she said despite the young woman’s decision not to join them. “I like truths. Cat no lie.” The blue of her eyes were mostly obscured by her pupils, her upper lip twitching. “I want food. We have meat?”
By this time, Shel’s vision had finally focused enough to pass the pipe to the ocecat, who was throwing questions at her like spears. Raaaaaaaaaaaaah. Why do I need to explain my actions all the time? “When I got the pipe and flask, I managed to gather a few bites, yes. But I had to be quick. So, erm, no meat. Just some stupid stewed plums… most likely elven,” the orc commented with a look of disgust before remembering the new recruit, Nalvhasea. “Erm, no offense. I also brought some sweet rolls from Balefire, and a few types of cheeses. But for mercy’s sake, don’t ask me what kinds there are... because I don’t bloody know.”
“As for the rules of the game, it’s simple,” Shel explained as she made her way towards Vel, focusing on her quill and pen. Shel’s gaze was all it took to clearly inform the Hooded Mystery that her writing utensils would be needed soon. “Essentially, every player comes up with one question that they want someone in the room to answer, with each question coinciding with a side of the die. Before each roll, the player must take a drink of wine and then… truthfully... answer whatever question goes along with their number. You can play as many rounds as you want, but that’s a good way to either pass out or start arguments… if you play the game right, that is. Lightweights only gamble with chance once, hah.”
Too bad it’s not with real coin, Shel thought to herself privately, before hinting at Vel to go around the room to quietly listen to and write down everyone’s questions.
“Sheva should roll first,” Shel said, unable to help herself, wanting the mage to answer something uncomfortable… hopefully. But the orc decided to leave it to luck and tossed the die to the mage, instead.
Sheva glared at Shel before narrowing her eyes on the dice and looking back up at Shel. Shel appeared to have some idea in the work, maybe something to trick her? Whatever she was planning Sheva knew it was not going to stop her from playing along. If Shel threw a gauntlet at her direction, Sheva was more than willing to raise up to the challenge. Besides she really needed another sip of ale. She lifted the cube up in the air and scanned it, “Number 4 has always been my lucky number”, she said slowly. Even though it never really brought much luck as far as she remembered, “I’ll pick it then. As for my question”, she looked up at Shel again, darts in her gaze, “Is there someone you hate? Something that the mere thought of makes your inward twist inside?”, she looked at the other girls, “If so, you must name it, and the reason for your hatred as well”, she said giving Vel the cube.
Vel wasn’t sure if she wanted to participate in the game but as Shel made her way over to her looking to her book and quill Vel had a pretty good idea why. She sighed realizing she was going to be a part of it anyways as she couldn’t let anyone else have the book in case the letters were discovered. She opened up the book to the page after her thoughts about the men of the guild and folded the book.
Sheva still seemed so… angry and Vel couldn’t fathom why that was. She listened to what Sheva said for her question and couldn't help feeling There was almost ulterior motives for this little game, between the orc and the mage. She took the dice as it was handed to her and began to write, marking down Sheva’s question before she pointed to the next woman in the room.
Before any of the other women spoke up, Su Lin while maintaining a straight face couldn’t help to think of some of the questions Sheva posed to Vel earlier. Her tone was flat though her playful side was beginning to come out, glancing slightly in Vel’s direction
“One - that is as good a number as I could think of, with one, the question shall be ‘Who would you marry tonight?” the ever slight trace of a giggle escapes before biting at her bottom lip to put on her shell of an appearance.
Vel stared at the usually stone faced women for a long moment not sure how she should feel about that question but wrote it down next to the number one before pointing at another woman in the room. After a bit of writing and waiting on each woman to think up a question or adamantly refuse Vel eventually had a complete list, including a question she felt compelled to add so they would have an even number and one for each side of the dice.
- Who would you marry tonight?
- Who is your secret crush?
- What's your favorite sweet?
- Is there someone/something you hate? And why?
- Is there anything sordid in your past?
- Biggest Regret?
She turned the book around so everyone could see before making a roll to determine when she would go, rolling a 5 she held out the dice for someone to take.
Having listened to the talk of drinking wine with each roll, though normally not one to drink to keep a clear head about her, Su Lin takes the wine and takes a small sip to allow the liquid savor in her mouth for a brief moment. Like any liquids, she is more determining if there are poisons in the liquid. Without the tell tale signs of numbness on her tongue a poison would produce, she proceeds to take a healthy drink.
As the liquid warms her stomach, she picks up the dice to see which order she would roll for the question roll. She looks to the odd shaped dice and whispers softly to it as though it were a close friend
“Provide me a large number my friend…” before shaking the stone in her hand as she had seen several males do in other games of chance. She releases the dice and watches as it displays a single dot.
“DAMN!” she uncharacteristically blurts out as she grabs the wine again taking another rather larger swig. Her face already growing red, she looks to the other women and softly offers
“So that is how the thing is rolled? That is interesting, so when do we really roll for question order?” trying to recall how maidens would offer cute words trying to avoid obligations. With that, she took another gulp of the wine before setting it on before her so as to allow others to partake on this oddly stimulating liquid.
Pipe in hand, Mynx took a hit of the odd tobacco, looking at the die’s roll, then to Su. “You answer question?” she asked curiously, not sure how to take her friend’s attempt to distract the others away from the result of her toss. “You have one...who marry?” Trying to keep her expression neutral, the feline bit her lower lip, a light chuckle escaping her regardless. She put her hand over her mouth as her laughter erupted, the sound unusual even to her own ears. “I sorry Su…” she said between breaths, “...but not see you as wife.”
With Mynx question, Su gets a panicked look over her usually serene features. She quickly grabs the wine taking another swig thinking this liquid provides her a calming sensation. The wine bringing her skin a rosy red so the blush at the question not that evident. Quickly she counters her friends inquiry
"No Mynx, we roll now to see order of who will roll wif the thing. I not answer THAT quesin, only see order, not qeshtion yet."
Su Lin folds her arms across her chest looking at the dice as though it was her mortal enemy. Silently she prays her question would be who she hates so she could announce how she now hates that damnable rock she just rolled. In a slightly huffy tone
"Someone kan now rol that stupid rock." Slightly swaying as she looks toward that round thing on the floor dreading if that THING would come up with a single dot on her question roll.
Mynx eyed Su suspiciously after her explanation, not sure if the woman was joking or not. Finally she nodded and got to her feet, looking at the pipe in her hand for a moment before handing it off. “I get cheese. Need food...head feel funny.” She glanced at Su with a smirk, then turned away. “You marry Adam...he like stubborn women,” she declared with another chuckle.
“Yes, he does…” Shel commented in an off-handed whisper, after seizing the pipe once more to blow a billow smoke in a way that almost looked artistic. (As it were, the prominence of orcish teeth caused tufts of smoke to branch out in quite peculiar ways when they smoked, unlike the elven or human.)
As she partook this time, however, Shel could not take her eyes off of the sleeping Selene, wondering why the woman had refused to speak, much less run away. She suddenly felt as wave of empathy wash over her, and felt sorry for having forgotten to get her a small bit of water.
“It’s my roll,” Shel said as she grabbed the die, throwing it down confidently to take her own chance at luck. “Two,” was all she whispered as she instinctively glanced towards Velaire.
Vel watched the antics already starting to unfold as the wine was passed, raising an eyebrow at Su lin before taking down the other’s rolls. Once everyone had rolled to see when they would go she’d write the order:
Order of play
- Su lin
Once done penning it down she looked to Su lin who had rolled a one and so was the first to roll for a question.
As the rolls are complete and the question roll is ready, Su Lin reaches for the die before staggering forward slightly keeping her balance. She grips that rock in her hand gazing upon it much as she would one she would remove from the living. Recalling a language Hawk was teaching her that others did not seem to understand, she raises the die looking dead at it, swaying slightly, in the language Hawk used when wanting to speak privately to her even in the presence of others, unusual hostility in her tone
"Be a single dot again, I will end you!"
before tossing the wicked thing to the ground. It takes a moment for her eyes to focus on the dots on the die, six, a silly giggle escapes as she smiles down at the die she successfully threatened. She looks in Mynx direction
"Six! I do not has to marry anyone tonight." Standing with her arms proudly folded across her chest and a quirky grin before looking toward the book on the question she is to answer.
Such a simple question … for some. Drifting off in thought, she can think of so many. Her arms drop to her side staring blankly at the parchment with quill ink on, a similar question which Hawk once asked her during a tea. For the here and now however, with Ky around using what she has taught him about toxins, she mumbles
"Teaching my brother."
Her thoughts drift back to the conversations she and Hawk would have, the strange way he would speak to her alone compared to when with his men. She slowly closes her eyes a moment, her biggest regret? She thought there were many, perhaps her biggest was each time she would walk off after having a pleasant discussion with Hawk. Could her regret be not spending more time with Hawk?
She slowly opens her eyes, the whites of her eyes now red. She softly mumbles
"Thas my ansher, next…"
taking a moment to gaze in Mynx direction recalling the joking Mynx made when she saw how Hawk was around Su Lin. No, that was some time ago, much has happened since then, surely that memory has past with all the other Mynx has gone through since. Su Lin looks toward the Orc tapping the die with her foot in her direction, almost losing balance at the same time.
With that, Su Lin takes another sip of wine, mind drifting on the times she and Hawk spent talking over tea.
Vel wasn’t sure how well the assassin was taking her wine as her words were already slurred and she had only two swigs. She looked to Shel as the orc acquired the dice and proceeded to roll the dice landing promptly on a two.
“What twat thought of this?”” was all the orc could think as she considered answering the random question, one that gave her pause. Who do I care for?
What a very difficult thing to answer.
Yet her mind immediately went to Nazrak, her once preferred mate, the he-orc being someone that she did not feel like mentioning here… much less his uncontrollable brother, Rhok.
But then there was Balder, remembering the giant suddenly… to her own surprise… as warm feelings bubbled up in her core. (Ones that she knew she must immediately squash for multiple reasons.)
He was so kind to her, even if Shel tried to ignore that aspect of him for the most part… because how could a giant’s good will ever get her what she wanted? Any gentle contentment from Balder could only work against her overall goals, quite frustratingly, as it was his body and not his feelings that she needed to roughen up a few orcs in her own personal vendetta.
It was all just so upsetting.
Because what is the point of being a giant if you don’t stomp around and use your superiority as you please? What else is the purpose of such great size? Shel wondered, her mind going off on a rather tipsy tangent. If the gods were any bit gracious they would have made me a giant!
“Infatuation is dangerous,” Shel then stated bluntly. “So I only look for sex, and the last person I did that with is Nazrak, an orc hunter from my tribe,” she lied as she mentally blocked out Rhok.
Vel listened to the orc for a moment supposing she was right, it could be dangerous. She looked to Sheva motioning for her to take the dice as it was her turn to role. And then it was Mynx and then it was her own turn, she could only hope she didn’t role one of the more, intrusive questions, but they all seemed to be exactly that accept for her own so she was probably out of luck.
Nalvhasèa had taken a more quiet role in the group, just sitting back and watching the women interact with one another. Some of the questions and answers made her chuckle quietly, but she wasn't keen on the rules of the game. She wasn’t about to drink or smoke with a bunch of people she didn’t know considering the circumstances as to why the group formed.
Sheva took a mouthful of liquor and drank another 3 cups fill, “What’s that about… a … sweet… sweets… sweetness..”, She began laughing, “Aromatic, sweet… like energy… Ad-”, she blushed in bright crimson before she quickly added, “Apple! Apples! Caramel… muscles… no no… Caramel…. Apples… sweet… energy”, she laughed some more as she drank another cup and passed her drink to the next person around her.
Funnily enough Sheva rolled her question, she seemed a little tipsy to but she’d downed at least four cups by now. She was tempted to take the alcohol away from the mage but thought better of it as she picked up the dice and held them out to the feline women. Perhaps a little more interested in the game now than she was before.
It was difficult for Shel to not react to Sheva’s response, but she resisted nonetheless. Instead the she-orc gulped, feeling rather light-headed and silently hoping for the wine and tobacco to put these ladies to sleep soundly.
With a quick glance at the women around her, Mynx took the offered die and grabbed up the cup of wine before anyone else might think to take it. She went over the rules in her head...drink...then roll. Putting the cup to her lips, she swallowed the contents in one gulp, her face pinching up from the foul taste before she smiled. Alcohol had never been her cup of tea, but she would keep up with the rest of them. Not wasting another moment, she tossed the die.
Diverting her attention downward, the feline saw the dots staring back at her menacingly. “Two…” she said with a soft growl. It was her own question. Easy enough...she hoped. At least she wouldn’t have to think too hard, her mind circling from the mixture of mint, tobacco, and drink she had already consumed. She let out a heavy sigh, remembering her vow not to lie, before giving her answer.
“I like many...like Shel...enjoy sharing warmth. But also have had many in camp...so not include them in crush?” She chewed her lower lip, small pinpoints of blood beading up where her canine teeth punctured the soft skin. She licked away the moisture then smiled again. “I say beast man. He smell good...like animal...and has lots of fur. Plus, can purr like cat. Yn my crush...even if very young and pure.”
She leaned back in her chair, satisfied that she had answered well. It was too bad Tarrock had left the camp, he also would have been a good choice.
“Vel now,” she said with a smirk, staring at the zombie with half closed eyes.
...many like me?
Shel, despite her previous response, felt a bit offended at the notion of the ocecat somewhere deep down… but still kept silent about it. Perhaps the orc did care more than she had admitted out loud?
Vel listened to the Ocecat’s answer cocking her head. Hum, she supposed she had to agree, Yn was a good candidate for a … crush. But not for the reasons the feline mentioned. Vel sighed picking up the dice and taking the wine, though it did very little to her as she carefully took a swig from behind her mask and tossed the dice.
Favorably she landed on her own question, the least intrusive of them all. She took her book and wrote quietly. “Anything with blueberries in them.” she could imagine her mouth watering at the idea, but unfortunately she simply couldn’t taste it like she used to. “Fresh warm blueberry bread or fresh blueberry pie.” she could practically smell it… the thought was slightly disheartening as she turned the book around to reveal her answer to everyone.
Nalvhasea who had been content to be quiet and observe the women up until now took the dice and rolled a one. The elf raised an eyebrow as she looked to the corresponding question. She was silent. The only male she’d really truly met was Jamon and he hardly seemed like marrying material. She’d briefly met Balder as she had joined the group in travel.
She opened her mouth finely. “I don’t think I can say.” she said finely. “I don’t know your men as well as you all do. So I suppose I’ll have to honestly say, no one.” She took the dice and held them out to Su lin. “Another round?” she asked.