The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Shisou]

"I understand," she says with a small smile. "This is.... it's not what I was expecting, but I can't place how it's different. More.. intense, in some areas, but less so in others? I  might be able to pinpoint it if I had more, ah, pure flavors, pure sweet or pure umami. Er, savory? Is that how you say it in Common?"

[Maeve]

Maeve giggles a little. "I have no idea; I don't speak Common," she replies with a teasing grin. At her look of confusion, Maeve giggles again before relenting. "I'm close enough to, you know, deityhood, to be able to just... Speak and Listen. Language just gets in the way of that sort of thing." She hums thoughtfully, then runs a hand through her hair. Extending her hand, she offers a small cluster of brilliant white flowers she's now holding. "Here, try these."

[Shisou]

She takes the flowers with both hands, eyes lowered, and asks in Common, "then, do you mind if I speak my native tongue? It has been years since I used it." 

[Maeve]

"Sure," Maeve says kindly, eyes soft and warm. She glances at the flowers, then realizes she should explain more. "They're sweet; the flowers, I mean. Nectar. Or if you want," she lifts a strand of hair to highlight a tendril with orange striped yellow flowers, "these are spicy."

[Shisou]

Shiori  nods, tasting the white flowers hesitantly. "Ah," she says in her native tongue. "I understand. It is not less sweet but the sweetness is... less important? Almost uninteresting. I used to enjoy sweets, but I enjoy them less now."

[Maeve]

A look of sadness fills Maeve's expression. "I'm sorry for that loss," she says softly, reaching out to rest a broad hand on Shiori's knee. Her hand is firm, heavy and strong, but the skin is smooth and supple, and somehow simultaneously offers a deep, comforting heat and a soothing coolness.

[Shisou]

"It is unimportant," she says, smiling a little as her eyes mist up. "There is... mostly I feel.... this is hard for me to describe but I feel... right in a way I never thought I could feel. The loss of interest in sweets is nothing compared to that."

[Maeve]

"Less important, but any loss deserves sorrow," Maeve says firmly, squeezing her knee carefully. "And I think I do understand, a little. The first time Dau helped someone like you after I was made, I wanted to understand." She smiles wryly. "I always want to understand what drives mortals, that's what I am after all. But gender isn't... Firm for me like it is for most mortals, so even reshaping my body into male didn't bring understanding." 

She shudders a little, lips twisting into a grimace. "So I convinced the best of Father's druids at the time to use a custom shapeshifting ritual to turn me elven for a lunar cycle. A ritual designed to not include the mental enchantment affect that makes you comfortable in that shape. Not having-- being entirely blood and meat and bone, it was--" She shudders again, then shakes it off. "I am very pleased for you. So very pleased you are who you should always have been."

[Shisou]

Shiori nods, reaching to take and squeeze Maeve's hand. "The thing I've been through... they feel far away now, like a dream. Like memories I received from a stranger. I don't recognize the person I was anymore. I don't seem to have as personal an attachment. I think that was... necessary, for me."

[Maeve]

Huh. That's... worrying. The only other times Big Brother included that in the fleshcrafting was when the child was abused. Her face darkens for a second as she remembers little Miku, a hint of the ruthless, savage aspect of nature in her eyes as she also recalls what was done to the boy's father for his sins. She understands now that he would have taken any excuse, used any justification to rape his four year old child, but at the time, she had been too new and naïve to realize his explanation of 'teaching her what her body is for' was utter bullshit. It had just infuriated her, instinctively, at the time. 

"Sorry," she blurts out, realizing she's gone quiet and possibly scared Shiori, "got distracted by a memory. How are you feeling? Still hungry? Cold?"

[Shisou]

"I am warm enough, thank you." She finishes off the cheese, deciding that she likes the way it tastes now despite the difference.

[Maeve]

"Comfy otherwise?" Maeve prods. "I could make more food if you want. I can even try making something else, though, uh, my repertoire isn't that big? Or something else to drink? Need to stretch? We can make out or fool around if you want. More sleep? Cuddle? Some time alone or..?"

[Shisou]

She hesitates. "Begging your pardon but... how will we... complete the bargain that was made? It's just, I can feel deep down inside me a need to complete it, to be filled. That's probably the most distracting thing. I would like to see if having a plan helps."

[Maeve]

Maeve blinks a few times, a perplexed look on her face. "Do you... not... know how mortals have children?" she asks carefully, sounding a little nervous. "Ah, how babies are made?"

[Shisou]

"No, no, forgive me, I am aware of the... the mechanics," she says, with a pretty blush. "I meant more... when and...?"