The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"I don't doubt your combined ability," Zevran assures her, still grinning. "It's just-- gnomes? Of all possible roommates, gnomes? The only race I would have guessed less likely would be merfolk."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I don't know much about gnomes," she admits, "but if it makes you feel better about going there, I approve."

[Zevran]

"Those whom I have known have been, in the majority, delightful sorts; a sense of humor is bred into their very bones, they are curious and creative, a colorful culture to match their bodies and a surprising amount of spontaneity for long lived." He does not allow himself to dwell over the broken souls in his past who wore the shell of a gnome, preferring the self-delusion that those who are such are their own group.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Huh," she says, slowly. "That's... not very Drow. I suppose Alessan culture mixes better without effort. I wonder what the surface drow have become?"

[Zevran]

"Indeed," Zevran agrees simply. "Backtracking slightly, I was wondering... Spurned and passed over? Do you know why for?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Because she was Merikos and not pureblood. As I am. I won't be a threat to them, but I will hopefully be considered family?"

[Zevran]

"That is... somewhat worrisome," Zevran admits. "As we are both merikos drow, which is evidently unwanted. You said it is near Nyra? So is Raplin's Oak, our current destination. Perhaps we will be able to get better, more up-to-date intel there."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She nods, slowly. "If we were to go there... you would be... males are not valued, among the Drow. You would be introduced as part of my Famiglia, my.... servant, sort of. Not a slave! That would be different. But... a secondary member of my family. A lesser member. Would that be... a role you could play?"

[Zevran]

"In public," Zevran says firmly. "I can play the role if you never forget that it is just a role." He pauses, then adds very deliberately, "which includes Nolre."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy looks away. "You have to... Noire is... is very drow. She had to be, in order to be someone Varisia could respect. But... I do not often let her.... there is a line between private and public life. Noire controls our public image, but I am our private self."

[Zevran]

"You-- You and you and she both, all, whatever, do not need her respect any longer," Zevran points out firmly. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No, but we will need the respect of her younger sister, the one who was chosen as heir. Not to mention her grandmother, who was raised in the Underdark."

[Zevran]

"But not between us. I have no-- well, I have some objection to playing the role of the lesser, but none so burdensome I cannot be happy under it. Regardless, I can handle playing that role. And I can handle Noire playing the other half of it. Again, the understanding and acceptance that they are merely roles is vital to my... peace of mind." He shakes his head. "But we are worrying at problems over of the horizon. First we must reach the Oak and find healing, then seek intel so that we might plan." 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"And if it helps, Cedric and I understand that. Bull never--" She stops, sucking in a breath, but forces herself to continue. "Bull didn't like Noire very much. They didn't get along. I've tried to explain things to her but she's intractable."

[Zevran]

"Have you tried spanking?"