The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Jassinth]

"Flattery?" Jass sounds affronted. "Madam, I do not flatter. I compliment and praise. Lying in such matters never serves well." He shakes his head, then puts that aside. "But a drink does sound nice after... after the last few hours."

[Shiori]

They make their way to Kuronue's home, figuring they'd best not raid the Higurashi Main Branch bar and overstay their welcome. When they arrive, the lights are on; in the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar with a an empty glass and a bottle of whiskey, is Shiori. She must have been released from the healer's custody in the last hour or so and come straight here. 

"Glasses are over the sink," she says quietly as Jass enters. Then she glances up and does a double-take. "Mother?" She hops off the barstool, hurrying over to her. "Do you need your chair? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," says Kuronue, waving her daughter off. "Came for a drink."

[Jassinth]

Jass snags a bottle out of the cabinet, squints at it, then twists the top off to chug back a few swallows. "Ooof. Decent burn, good taste." He hums softly, then bobs his head from side to side. "Aftertaste is... okay. Could do with more anise."

[Shiori]

Shiori stares as Kuronue pulls a beer out of the coldbox. She slams the top on the edge of the counter, popping off the cap handily, then chugs it. 

"....Mother?"

[Jassinth]

"Mmm? Oh, no worries there, my dear," Jass says after another swig. "The lightning made it all better."

[Kuronue "Kor" Higurashi]

Kor rolls her eyes. She grabs five more beers and then shuts the coldbox, heading for the back of the house. "You kids have fun."

[Jassinth]

"Lightning!" Jass accuses her as she walks out. Just witness something my lean yet supple ass. Fucking skyfire bolts.

[Shiori]

"...you let her enact the Rite?" hisses Shiori, eyes wide. 

[Jassinth]

"I don't even know what she did!" Jass retorts. "Aside from the whole 'struck by lightning' thing. And having weird eyes."

[Shiori]

"His Dark Lordship has blessed her with her One True Ambition. Now she can never, ever stray from the path, at risk to her very life. 

[Jassinth]

"That is..." Jass squints as of to see the right way to end hi sentence. "Is the witness -- being the witness -- a specific role?"

[Shiori]

"No-oo, only, in stories there's often a witness so that if the protagonist dies someone can speak the truth of what happened."

[Jassinth]

"So I'm expected to tell that story?" 

[Shiori]

Shiori makes a face. "Yes? But she survived so it can be argued she could do it herself." A pause to gulp down more fluids. "Most do not survive."

[Jassinth]

"But that means I can tell the story," Jass explains his reasoning, nodding to himself. "She, uh, her ambition was to have the power to defend her family. Forever."