The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Or we could speak through spellcraft, each from our own location," she muses. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"That... might work," Estelle replies, though she sounds unsure. "Real time communication magic that would last long enough for more than a short conversation is very complex though. Still, it's another option to consider."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'll be blunt -- I don't have the means for any of it."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle shakes her head. "This is my request. I'll let you know if cost is becoming an issue."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Then, I will defer to you the choice of how to operate." She takes a deep breath, lets it out. "No promises, but I'll... give it a shot."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Thank you," Estelle says quietly, a previously hidden tension in her body making itself known by its departure. "I know it's not... easy, asking-- or accepting-- help. So... thank you."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette swallows, still looking away. "I'd best catch up with Zevran."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Of course," Estelle agrees swiftly. "It wouldn't do to let him get away."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette executes a perfect curtsey and chases off after her husband, her mind already drifting to her lesson with Tenachka later that day...

[NPCs]

When Coquette arrives for her lesson a short time later, she's made to wait at the door for nearly a full minute. After her second knock, just when she's debating on whether she should try the knob, leave or just knock again, the door is yanked open. In the now open doorway, Tenachka stares at Coquette with a wild, almost feral look. Just for a split second however, then it's carefully, expertly hidden. "You're here," she declares, sounding just a shade too pleased and perhaps also relieved? "Good. I've already decided on today's lesson, get inside. Quickly." So saying, she steps back and waves at Coquette to enter.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette takes a moment for an elaborate curtsey, before she steps inside. Just to show she wont' be ordered around. 

[NPCs]

Once inside the foyer, Coquette is treated to the unexpected sight of Tenachka heading for the side door to her office, where she rests a hand on the door knob, takes a moment to brace herself as if preparing to jump in ice cold water, then pushing it open with a sort of grim determination. Immediately, Coquette is hit with the sounds of high pitched laughter, loud whooping and what sounds like a poor if very spirited attempt at mimicking the hissing snarls of a large reptilian predator. 

Face utterly, tellingly, blank, Tenachka announces, "today you will learn how how the Enclave tends to their spawn. Children." She gestures at the door, eye twitching once. "You will start by demonstrating what you already know of the subject. Now."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette rolls her eyes, then heads into the room. Ten minutes later, she's telling the children a story, complete with funny voices and sound effects. 

[NPCs]

There were six children in the room, all of them drow and all of them still below the age where they'd get their true names. Three of them, all girls, had been behaving themselves even before Coquette arrived, with two of them quietly reading picture books and the last attempting to complete a worksheet of math problems. The other group, a pair of obvious siblings comprising a boy and a girl, had been painting... something... on the side of Tenachka's desk with clearly pilfered paints.

The last, who had proudly informed Coquette he was called 'Dammit!' with utter sincerity, had been halfway up the floor to ceiling tapestry on the far wall. Dammit! had also been the source of the growl snarls, which made sense given that he'd also informed Coquette he was a velocity wrapper. 

Dear Girl, the math scholar in training, wasn't paying much attention to story time but, given that she was instead continuing to plod her way through equations, was just fine. The two girls who had been reading, Luvie and Firstborn, were paying rapt attention to Coquette's every word. So too was the boy artist, Bluegreen (so named due to his mismatched eyes), though his sister Merry was more more humoring Coquette than anything else.

Dammit! is trying to sneak his pants off for the fourth time already.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Dammit! Enough!" she snaps, standing and moving to the boy. With one smooth motion, she scoops him up, carrying him over to the chair and bending him over her knee. "I told you: clothes stay on." And with no more warning than that, she delivers three smart raps to his behind.