Once Thane departed with a bewildered Ollie in tow, Nyrielle's mood became much more solemn, her face sliding back to the calm, emotionless mask that she'd worn so often when Ashlynn first arrived in the vale.
"My darling Ashlynn," Nyrielle said, her voice as calm as still water, betraying none of her thoughts. "You've made some decisions and you're beginning to make your moves. Don't you think we should discuss them before you get too much further down this path?"
Ashlynn's heart froze for a moment, her hands stopping mid-motion as she prepared to take one of the last bites of the delicate honey cake Georg had sent up. When she entered the dining room she hadn't encountered the Eldritch Lady of the Vale, rather, it had been pure Nyrielle, the woman who had become her lover.
