Aunrae listened intently as Vorn described his visions, his prophecies. If she hadn’t have seen one for herself, she wouldn’t have believed him, but she did. She found herself believing ever word. Hearing them ring with truth. She watched as he fidgeted, touching her mark, causing herself to touch his. The feeling in her heart squeezed and she found it hard to breathe in that moment.<br/><br/>She followed his line of thought, as if he were showing her step by step his processes. It was strange to feel. Strange to see and know that even though until now she had been a whole person, a whole being, that now she felt like a puzzle piece put into its correct place. Like she’d been snapped into a portion of Vorn and him to her.<br/><br/>"I<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"> will follow you into the darkness, and onto the surface.....</span>" She was ever enraptured by the male she had once sought to subjugate beneath her. His quest to follow the pull of Lolth’s web to Sorcere excited her. She was curious too, what the dark Lady would have in store, what new truths would be found there. She eyed him. She still endeavored to rebuild the Tinilith, it was of utmost importance to her. Her quest to come out so far had been to lead the faith back to its beginnings, back to its power. And to raise her station as a Matron.  She had more questions, she wanted him to speak it aloud, for the space between them to be filled with the truth of their act. Of what had transpired.<br/><br/>“<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">What….happened to us….Vorn…</span>” She leveled him with an honest gaze, eyes glittering red, curious, unsure, even afraid. The feeling overwhelmed her. Scared her. Caused her to question EVERYTHING. She’d been with plenty of males. Her taste was always for Drow males. She didn’t dally elsewhere she didn’t wish to risk a halfbreed. The idea had sickened her. It still did, but now. The thought of anyone but him inside of her, around her, besides her made her sick. She pulled the cloak around her tighter, finding some security in the darkness the magical cloak offered. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">It wasn’t….the same as the others…</span>” she mumbled, ever the sharp lipped, now she was soft and pliable. What was this feeling!?