Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170716034716

(Flame) "Oh, yeah.  Something like that.  My actual job is I help the farmers of our canton by watching their fields, keeping an eye out for werewolves and stuff like that.  Sometimes I have to chase them down.  And Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays I take fish from the lake, and on Saturdays I'm allowed to hunt veal with my javelin.  I provide most of the meat for our dinners," she adds proudly. "What do you do?" She looks over her shoulder.

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Riza finds herself the center of the Apophis' attention. Sahar glides up to her and presses against her, the drink put to her lips.

"Take it, then..."

At first, nothing happens to Riza, except for the cold burning of the drink and its venom. Things seem to carry on normally...then her hearing fades. The chatter and music of the party becomes a dull thrum, with all else tuned out, except for two distinct sounds.

She can hear the breathing of Rix and Forjod. She can feel his tension, and Rix's frustration at being unable to have her husband immediately. She feels she can help. She could probably help Forjod. Rix isn't doing anything to him. It would be nothing to simply slip him away for a few minutes. Just a few.

''Just a few. He should be mine, anyway...''