"Do you think the human female can do it?" Skikudis' alto, bordering on too rough to be pleasant cut through Suliss'urns distant dreaming. If in fact, the ruined husk of a female could even do such a thing. Probably something about skinning babies or kittens alive.
The other drow's yellow eyes, eyes which, Skikudis rightfully admitted could bother her on occasion darted up from the knife scarred table. The Brazen was in full swing this week end's night. Two bards battled it out noisely, mingling with the sound of squealing women, thumping tankards and gruff men's laughter. Glasses chinked and utensils clattered again plates whilst people, Rhy'dinian folk of all races, colors, skin shades, feather fur and neither played the game of life behind the two hunkered down drow in their corner.
"If she has enough connections, strong ones that do naut die easily? Xas, I suppose so." Suliss'urn lifted the chipped tankard to make motions of drinking out of it, but the container nor any of its liquid touched black mouth. If she were to drink, she often bellied up to the bar itself to watch Orlak, the dwarven bar tender pour the drink personally. Otherwise there was no telling of the state of how clean the glass was or what was in the drink!
"True. They will slip up, sometime," Skikudis agreed, her eyes, unlike her sisters were too easy to read. Or so Suliss' thought. Skikudis watched a particularly pretty male go whirling buy with barely dressed wench on his back.
"Do you truly think She would rebuild her temple, here, of all places?" Skikudis glanced back across to her sister.
Skikudis' question made Suliss'urns mouth move to silent snarl. "Sometimes I wonder if you inherited anything from mother other than your appetite for men," the scarred drow snapped. "Xas, I think She would. I think She has. This realm be the perfect place for it--no one cares. At least, the majority of those here do naut give a spit as to what happens outside of their own little worlds. Look around you--" Suliss'urn threw out a hand to indicate the swirling mass of lecherous frivolity about them. "--do you think any of them care that tomorrow they could be crushed, their world overrun? Nau.
"Because fools have made such claims before. Useless, powerless fools. They have nau understanding for what She is. What She can do. What would happen if She should finish the cross over."
The thought along had both drow sisters tightening fists over their Tankards. What in the world could possibly frighten two drow? Two female drow?
"Nn," Skikudis replied, which wasn't a very good reply at all, she knew. But--"You've always been smarter than you looked." The plain faced sister broke into a broad grin.
"I hate you," Suliss'urn hissed. It only made Skikudis grin wider. And though the subject and moment has passed, the thought had not. Both sisters could feel nothing but the cold knot of fear clench innards when their minds turned toward the thought of Lloth; her temple and what she might do should she be able to finally fully manifest in this world.
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The other drow's yellow eyes, eyes which, Skikudis rightfully admitted could bother her on occasion darted up from the knife scarred table. The Brazen was in full swing this week end's night. Two bards battled it out noisely, mingling with the sound of squealing women, thumping tankards and gruff men's laughter. Glasses chinked and utensils clattered again plates whilst people, Rhy'dinian folk of all races, colors, skin shades, feather fur and neither played the game of life behind the two hunkered down drow in their corner.
"If she has enough connections, strong ones that do naut die easily? Xas, I suppose so." Suliss'urn lifted the chipped tankard to make motions of drinking out of it, but the container nor any of its liquid touched black mouth. If she were to drink, she often bellied up to the bar itself to watch Orlak, the dwarven bar tender pour the drink personally. Otherwise there was no telling of the state of how clean the glass was or what was in the drink!
"True. They will slip up, sometime," Skikudis agreed, her eyes, unlike her sisters were too easy to read. Or so Suliss' thought. Skikudis watched a particularly pretty male go whirling buy with barely dressed wench on his back.
"Do you truly think She would rebuild her temple, here, of all places?" Skikudis glanced back across to her sister.
Skikudis' question made Suliss'urns mouth move to silent snarl. "Sometimes I wonder if you inherited anything from mother other than your appetite for men," the scarred drow snapped. "Xas, I think She would. I think She has. This realm be the perfect place for it--no one cares. At least, the majority of those here do naut give a spit as to what happens outside of their own little worlds. Look around you--" Suliss'urn threw out a hand to indicate the swirling mass of lecherous frivolity about them. "--do you think any of them care that tomorrow they could be crushed, their world overrun? Nau.
"Because fools have made such claims before. Useless, powerless fools. They have nau understanding for what She is. What She can do. What would happen if She should finish the cross over."
The thought along had both drow sisters tightening fists over their Tankards. What in the world could possibly frighten two drow? Two female drow?
"Nn," Skikudis replied, which wasn't a very good reply at all, she knew. But--"You've always been smarter than you looked." The plain faced sister broke into a broad grin.
"I hate you," Suliss'urn hissed. It only made Skikudis grin wider. And though the subject and moment has passed, the thought had not. Both sisters could feel nothing but the cold knot of fear clench innards when their minds turned toward the thought of Lloth; her temple and what she might do should she be able to finally fully manifest in this world.
((part of the They Fall Like Rubies SL. This post is OPEN.))