[ That is not the kind of magic that Lauralae has ever been gifted, but there is still time. Were she of the inkling to travel with others, to bury herself in the midst of a group of adventurers, perhaps she might think it pertinent, might think it's useful - but there is no need for mind reading when you live in isolation? Her own thoughts are enough to endanger her there, especially when they coil around her and make her feel tired.
Leaning in, almost as if she might nuzzle at the other woman, seek her attentions and bury herself into the softness of her skin, Lauralae sighs, a strange contentment burning through her. She does not know how to voice such things, but she is sure Alia can feel it all the same. ]
That is a promise indeed. [ Few would offer to support another in murder and, likely, a special brand of cannibalism. ] There would be naught left for them to find.
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Leaning in, almost as if she might nuzzle at the other woman, seek her attentions and bury herself into the softness of her skin, Lauralae sighs, a strange contentment burning through her. She does not know how to voice such things, but she is sure Alia can feel it all the same. ]
That is a promise indeed. [ Few would offer to support another in murder and, likely, a special brand of cannibalism. ] There would be naught left for them to find.