The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

Feythal inspects the box as Zevran offers it from bended knee, peering at it with an air of faint curiosity. "I am not overly fond of sweets, as a rule, but I am... willing to see if a demigoddess can impress me." So saying, she gestures to Tenachka to cut and serve her a portion. The teifling cut two portions, one merely a small bite and the other a half dozen, then eats the smaller one herself in a swift and subtle move. A few seconds later, the treat is in Feythal's hands.

She cuts a small bit off with a fork, then lifts it so she can take in the aroma and see it in more detail. "Ground Davin beetle in place of ground plant?" she observes, notes of surprise and approval in her voice. "But inflated in the way of surfacer baked goods."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I am told that they are less sweet than the human variety, more... rich and earthy, with just enough sweetness to appeal."

[NPCs]

"Mmmh," Feythal replies noncommittally as she finally puts the sliver of blonde into her mouth. She merely holds it on her tongue for a few seconds, then chews slowly. "Hmm." Movements smooth and deliberate, she cuts another sliver for herself. She gestures with her hand, a small flick of fingers, but it serves to instruct Tenachka to cut a portion for Coquette.

The Matriarch is very difficult to read anything she doesn't wish to convey but the crowd's reaction offers a little information. Something about this is surprising more than a few people, in the manner of it being unexpected as opposed to a breach of rules or norms. Paerle, carefully not catching Coquette's eyes (so indiscrete and blatant!), warms her polite smile a faction to convey... something positive. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette inclines her head prettily. "Thank you, Grandmother," she says, as she lifts her fork, breaks off a corner, and brings it to her lips. She smells it, inhaling the fragrance, and then puts it into her mouth, chewing slowly. 

[NPCs]

Far, far less decadent than the more traditional brownie or blondie, almost to the point where Coquette would honestly place this as a breakfast bread rather than a dessert. Certainly rich, very tasty, a bit dense and having a lingering aftertaste that is more interesting than outright pleasant. Almost like walnut, almost like black bean mash, almost like dark bread, but clearly none of those. But regardless of her own opinion, it's hard to miss the significance of Feythal cutting herself a second, slightly larger, serving of the blondie. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

A smile breaks out across Coquette's face. "This is... I am well pleased with their efforts."

[Zevran]

"I would not object, should you wish to continue your arrangement with... this cooking Daughter," Feythal comments dispassionately. "Your sister-wife can assist you in the details of such," she adds, the unfamiliar but fairly self-explanatory drow word referring to Estelle. She pauses, eyes flicking downwards. "You may serve yourself."

Zevran hesitates a second, then shifts the tray to one hand. Very, very carefully taking a slice less than half the size that had been cut for Coquette or Feythal, he bows his head deeply. "Thank you, Lady Matriarch," he whispers.

[Coquette Blacquin]

They enjoy the dessert, a few others taking slices as well, and then Pearie gives a speech, a long toast to merikos and the interesting things this exotic foreigner can teach them about, like needlepoint and blondies. Then, finally, Faythal is done with her food, and she exuses herself from the room. 

Noire waits until she is gone, then makes a beeline for the door leading closest to her chambers. She pauses only to let Zevran catch up, then she bursts into her chambers, looking around for her wife. Ready to give her a piece of her mind. 

[Estelle Emerison]

Instead of Claudia, it's a startled, exhausted looking Estelle that looks up with tear ravaged eyes. She's on the ground, leaning against the door to the bedroom, still in the dress she'd worn to the wedding. From her reaction, she'd been at least dozing, if not really asleep, and she's just a bit flustered at being caught in this situation. "Wh- Coquette?" she blurts out.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Lady Estelle." her voice is cool, impassive. "Where is our treacherous wife? Within?"

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle's eyes widen with shock and her mouth gapes for a two count. Then her mask snaps into place; polite interest and- setting her apart from the vast majority of the other drow Coquette has met- a general welcome. "Claudia is within, yes," she replies evenly. "I take it you are wroth with her?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She has behaved most abysmally. She needs to understand such will not be tolerated any longer."

[Estelle Emerison]

Eyes hardening, Estelle rises to her feet. "Does she?" the drow asks in a cold voice. "And how do you intend to accomplish this, exactly?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It depends how well she understands her transgression."

[Estelle Emerison]

"And how far--" She cuts off, scowling. "Fuck it, I've neither the time nor the fucks to do this properly. I will not allow you to abuse my wife."