The tall sorceress allowed a sigh of pleasure to escape her lips, the knowledge of what was to come tonight being enough to fill her mind with lit passion. Anna had a way of getting around with women, though that was hardly a fault on Sahova of all places where one could be dead the very next day. Felicia had been an interesting experience, innocent and fresh and so foolishly trusting of the sorceress. Anna idly wondered how Zand was in the throes of passion, strong and dominant or weaker and submissive? Personally the tall woman preferred the latter to the former but she was hardly one to complain if the other woman enjoyed exerting some control.
The sorceress smirked as the talk of shackles, they were simple yet brilliant little spells Anna had devised in her time. She would wrap res around a person’s wrists, ankles, and neck before transmuting it to stone. This stone could then be utilized in attraction to grant the sorceress full control of their body, enabling her to snap limbs or necks rather easily. Devious little bonds that Anna rather preferred over the normal type of manacles as the earth ones granted her actual control over another. She opted not to tell Zand this little bit of information, why ruin the surprises?
“Mmm… compulsory? Not really. As for working on me, I’m afraid they would be rather ineffectual. Stone ones anyway, as my magic can transmute earth to other elements like water or air.” The tall woman noted with a matter of fact tone, shivering slightly as Zand’s fingers traced a pattern on her back.
Then the next question came and drew another upturn of her lips, for really it was a simple question to answer and most any pulser would likely know the answer as well. Sahova was a cold, harsh, and unforgiving place that was not made for the living by any stretch of the imagination. In such a land, simple pleasures were very much absent the majority of people so whenever they came along one seized them.
“Not exactly complicated, Dasoma. This is Sahova; tomorrow either one of us could very well be dead and forgotten. Young or old we pulsers are separated from the Nuit by our passions, as long as we have those then Sahova has not beaten us. Trust me, my dear, living in this place long enough will grant you some serious perspective in your life.” Anna offered, shrugging slightly as she watched the flames flicker.
Her gaze turned to the sky briefly as she noted that after they finished it would likely be a good idea to get back to the Citadel, the journey back would probably set Leth in the sky. Anna herself disliked being stuck in the Testing Grounds at night; her meetings with Kouri earlier in the season were exceptions due to needing to escape potential witnesses. Thinking of her adoptive daughter Anna rather hoped she was off playing in the Dungeons, explaining the whole affair to her and Zand would probably be more than a little awkward.
“I’d be more worried about you; I’m not exactly the most docile sleeper in the world. My nightmares have me waking up thrashing and screaming, so it’s not exactly a good package you are getting here Dasoma. Of course the trade of is my stunning good looks and magnetic personality.” The sorceress teased.
It was true though, if ever she ended up having a long term partner Anna felt rather sorry for them due to her rather poor sleeping habits. She was certainly a violent sleeper; though considering the things she had seen the sorceress doubted anyone could really blame her for that. Sahova had changed her most certainly, and while it had definitely made her stronger it had also scarred her in horrific ways. She doubted there were many that could properly understand the suffering just living here could bring. If she had known what she knew now before leaving Zeltiva, the sorceress would have stayed where she was.
The tall woman stared at the flames as the meat cooked, she suspected she was not nearly as hungry as her companion was though Thorn Hare meat was a rather fine meal all things considered. Back in Zeltiva there had always been food shortages, but even then it had not been as bad as it was on Sahova. Here, you didn’t eat if you hadn’t proved yourself which was more than a little irritating all things considered. Her first little while here had been… difficult to say the very least but now she was a Wizard and ate relatively well.
The sorceress smirked as the talk of shackles, they were simple yet brilliant little spells Anna had devised in her time. She would wrap res around a person’s wrists, ankles, and neck before transmuting it to stone. This stone could then be utilized in attraction to grant the sorceress full control of their body, enabling her to snap limbs or necks rather easily. Devious little bonds that Anna rather preferred over the normal type of manacles as the earth ones granted her actual control over another. She opted not to tell Zand this little bit of information, why ruin the surprises?
“Mmm… compulsory? Not really. As for working on me, I’m afraid they would be rather ineffectual. Stone ones anyway, as my magic can transmute earth to other elements like water or air.” The tall woman noted with a matter of fact tone, shivering slightly as Zand’s fingers traced a pattern on her back.
Then the next question came and drew another upturn of her lips, for really it was a simple question to answer and most any pulser would likely know the answer as well. Sahova was a cold, harsh, and unforgiving place that was not made for the living by any stretch of the imagination. In such a land, simple pleasures were very much absent the majority of people so whenever they came along one seized them.
“Not exactly complicated, Dasoma. This is Sahova; tomorrow either one of us could very well be dead and forgotten. Young or old we pulsers are separated from the Nuit by our passions, as long as we have those then Sahova has not beaten us. Trust me, my dear, living in this place long enough will grant you some serious perspective in your life.” Anna offered, shrugging slightly as she watched the flames flicker.
Her gaze turned to the sky briefly as she noted that after they finished it would likely be a good idea to get back to the Citadel, the journey back would probably set Leth in the sky. Anna herself disliked being stuck in the Testing Grounds at night; her meetings with Kouri earlier in the season were exceptions due to needing to escape potential witnesses. Thinking of her adoptive daughter Anna rather hoped she was off playing in the Dungeons, explaining the whole affair to her and Zand would probably be more than a little awkward.
“I’d be more worried about you; I’m not exactly the most docile sleeper in the world. My nightmares have me waking up thrashing and screaming, so it’s not exactly a good package you are getting here Dasoma. Of course the trade of is my stunning good looks and magnetic personality.” The sorceress teased.
It was true though, if ever she ended up having a long term partner Anna felt rather sorry for them due to her rather poor sleeping habits. She was certainly a violent sleeper; though considering the things she had seen the sorceress doubted anyone could really blame her for that. Sahova had changed her most certainly, and while it had definitely made her stronger it had also scarred her in horrific ways. She doubted there were many that could properly understand the suffering just living here could bring. If she had known what she knew now before leaving Zeltiva, the sorceress would have stayed where she was.
The tall woman stared at the flames as the meat cooked, she suspected she was not nearly as hungry as her companion was though Thorn Hare meat was a rather fine meal all things considered. Back in Zeltiva there had always been food shortages, but even then it had not been as bad as it was on Sahova. Here, you didn’t eat if you hadn’t proved yourself which was more than a little irritating all things considered. Her first little while here had been… difficult to say the very least but now she was a Wizard and ate relatively well.
