Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-28358106-20180619230125

Having drank her fill and wiping her mouth, Tirush again lets out a laugh.

"Yes, yes, it is true! We do make the music of a sweet nest, hehe!  It is a beautiful thing.  To be alone with your mate and his wives...there is no sweeter sound.  Perhaps that of a beautiful daughter, or perhaps that of her laugh..."

She looks pensive, and distant. She looks back to Jorge, not smiling as much.

"It is...my great weakness, Ken'dhov. I do not smile, do not laugh, as often as I should.  There was a time, when sweet Partha was only just hatched, when she was the only thing in this world that was my happiness.  Now that I have more such happiness, I...become angry when I think it is going to be taken from me.  This is a great weakness, I know.  It should not be so..."

Her face becomes taut. "This is why I shall return your child to you, Ken'dhov. We shall make a great war upon those who have taken her, and your happiness will be returned.  This, I swear to you, by the Great Flame."

She looks back out over the water, not angry, not unhappy, but as if she's remembered something she had forgotten.