The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

Primera stares at Coquette for a long moment. "I don't know?" she finally offers, lifting her hands up and then dropping them in a show of helplessness. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"When did you see her last?" continues Coquette. 

[NPCs]

"Ummmmmmm." Primera purses her lips, fidgeting as she decides on what lie she should offer, eyes sliding away from her mother. "Maybe it was.... oh!" She lets out a gasp as her evasive gaze lands on Zevran, who is in turn staring at her like a city dweller seeing their first triceratops herd. "Mama, there's a person here," Primera whispers, pressing closer to Coquette.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"That's only Zevran, dear heart. He's my husband now. Say hello to Zevran."

[Zevran]

Primera blinks a few times, then peeks at Zevran. Deciding it might help, Zevran takes the first step and waves. "Hello, little Sunshine," he says, voice smooth and lilting. Primera gasps a little, eyes widening. "That's me," she blurts out. "Daddies call me that!" Her eyes widen even more as childish logic takes that and combines it with what her mama said and runs with it. 

"Papa Zeran!" In yet another display that makes Coquette so very certain her eldest at least will be staying with Ciren when she's of age, Primera leaps from her lap to give the dumbstruck merikos drow male a flying tackle-hug. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette stills, recalling the display from earlier, and watches Zevran's face carefully, a smile frozen on her face. Her heart starts again when he doesn't move, letting the girl hug him in a terrified sort of way. "It's alright," she says, letting out a slow breath. "Pet her hair, she likes that."

[Zevran]

Pet her hair. I can do that. Pet her hair. But not sexily! Yes, not-- like a cat. Pet her head-fur. Right, yes. Gingerly, he reaches up to pat her head, then just as carefully rubs the pads of his fingers over her scalp, taking care to get behind the ears. Primera doesn't seem to know how to react to this novel approach to head pats but surprises even herself by starting to purr at the ear scritches. 

"Huh. Lux has that same purr," Bull murmurs from just behind Coquette.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Life goal: make Nox purr and find out if they match, muses Coquette. "There we go," she say soothingly. "So. You need help finding your kitten, is that it?"

[Zevran]

There's the sound of awkward, stumbling running and faint, breathless cries coming towards them. "Is that Jessi's voice?" Bull asks, offering a second opinion that confirms her own more certain one; though Cedric thinks that he can hear two sets of feet. "Awwaahh?" Primera asks absently, eyes closed in bliss as she stretches her head up into Zevran's touch. A look of concern forming, Zevran wraps an arm around the child to steady her, eyes darting to Coquette for... support? Help? Mercy? Threat assessment? 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She's out here," calls Coquette, presumably to Jessi. "Don't worry, love, we'll find your kitten."

[NPCs]

Secunda comes tearing around the corner at a rapid toddle, using her hands to catch herself when she starts to fall over. The pale rose colored young girl is buck ass naked and her glossy black hair is filled with... soap bubbles. Oh dear. It seems there's been something of a containment breach. Her face, cherry red lips pursed in a grimace of concentration, shifts to delight when she spots Coquette, causing her purple eyes to light up rather literally. 

"Ma!" she shrieks happily, beelining for her. She's just attached herself to Coquette's leg despite her mother's seated position making other parts reachable for once, when a beleaguered Jessi stumbles past the rosebush. The poor young woman is soaking wet and exhausted, and she looks a mix of relieved to see both her charges and annoyed that she'd had to chase them across the grounds in the first place. Looking sympathetic, Bull reaches out to take Jessi's arm, steadying and supporting her while she tries to catch her breath.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Baby girl," croons Coquette, scooping up Segunda. "What have you been doing? You naughty thing," she teases, still sounding happy and playful rather than annoyed. 

[Jessica Alton]

Giggling madly, Segunda pats at Coquette's cheeks happily even as she babbles a stream of nonsense sounds sprinkled with actual words. As best as the merikos drow can translate, her younger daughter's morning consisted of cuddles, 'black water' which likely means ink, soap, music and Jes-Jes being funny. And... oh dear. 'Sticky yummy.' That's Secunda talk for either honey or caramel, both of which have the predictable effect on a toddler but more so thanks to her bloodline. Jessi absolutely knows better than to give her that, just like the entire staff. So...

"Thank you," Jessi finally manages, still winded but recovering. "Can't understand-- how she's so-- fast."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It seems she got into my supply of caramels," suggests Coquette. "Unfortunately, we'll have to wait this out."

[Jessica Alton]

Jessi's eyes widen, then narrow. "That's impossible," she protests. "The only time she's been out of my sight since last night was when I got her outfit for today readied. Primera insisted on being the one to brush her hair this morning so I... left... them alone together for a few minutes," she finishes, gaze shifting to Primera with suspicion. She then pauses, taken aback by the sight of Coquette's very fanciable new husband with the young girl. Zevran has shifted to using both hands, the aasimar having plastered herself to his chest and so no longer needing him to help keep her from falling over.