The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Estelle Emerison]

"Ask her yourself if you like," is the simple reply. "She seems to favor you enough to be open on the matter." Estelle shakes her head tiredly.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I will not hear treason against our Matriarch," she hisses. "Not now, and not ever. One more word against her and I'll gut you, wife or no."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle blinks slowly, the weariness and pity in her eyes shifting to confusion. "What are you going on about?" 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Grandmother is no weakling, and neither am I." 

[Estelle Emerison]

"Not everyone breaks to weakness," Estelle replies carefully, starting to see what's happening. "To- to timidity or indecision or feeblemindedness or the like. Some break to cruelty. To ruthlessness, to hate or anger. That's Grandmother, something she does not deny. She's learned control after centenaries of hard work and loss, but she has a temper that-- that can unmake a culture."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I fail to see the problem," she sniffs. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"You... don't see the problem with becoming your ex-wife?" 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"The world is composed of the weak and the strong. If one is not among the strong...."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Well yes, you can divide the world by any two opposing labels," Estelle says with an eyeroll. "The world is composed of the short and the tall, the smart and the dumb, the healthy and unwell, the rich and the poor. At best, it's a silly exercise. At worst, it's prone to leading one into a... into a distorted worldview."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"How like one of the weak." She sniffs, then heads for her room. "I will be in my chambers. Tell my wife to attend to me there so we may consummate the union."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Consummate with your pride, not that'd it fit," Estelle fires back to the closing door. Like any hell or Limbo I'm sending Claudia to you tonight, she seethes. Ten minutes later, both doors are magically locked and the drowess is stalking across the compound in search of advice and guidance. 

[Claudia Emerison]

When Cindy surfaces, both from her shared mind and slumber, it's to the feel of a small and curvy warmth cuddling to her tightly. Eyes opening, she instantly recognizes the purple hued pink hair tucked against her shoulder, though the braid it's in is far simpler than it had been in during the wedding. Past Claudia, she also spots Zevran, though the male is sitting atop a stool just to the side of the bed. He's still dressed, though he's changed into informal wear, and his head is bowed slightly, eyes closed; asleep, but only barely. Claudia, on the other hand, seems dead to the world, her breathing deep and slow, interspaced with soft sounds of discontent and... fear? Pain? A nightmare, likely. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Hey, hey, little one, hey," she says in a soothing voice. It catches faintly, but she's really good at pushing aside painful memories, burying her pain. She pets Claudia's head, shifting the blanket so she's under it properly instead of mostly atop it. "Hey, easy now, you're safe."

[Claudia Emerison]

The imisy gnome lets out a soft mew of surprise and distress, then presses against Coquette even tighter, lifting her head against the hand just like Justina is wont to do when in an obliging mood. In the chair, Zevran's eyes open for a few seconds, scanning the room, then he drops back into his doze in an instant. Claudia, on the other hand, seems to still be asleep despite her body's reactions.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Hey, little one. Claudia. Wake up." She shakes the imisy gnome a little more, trying to rouse her.