Talianna stirred from her peaceful sleep, feeling the warmth of Bianka's flesh on her own body. The Dark Elf smiled, and spent a while looking at her lover in the gloom of early dawn. It was about six in the morning, but the sounds of the cows lowing to be let out to pasture and the chirrup of swallows rising from their nests. Talianna wondered if this is what a human's life was like, to lay in bed hours on end in warmth with their love, listening to nature. It differed highly from the Dark Elven society, rampant orgies were the pastime and the only sounds you heard were the screams and wails of the slaves. Talianna wondered why that tought detracted her, she had been raised a fine woman of Naggroth, yet she prefered the soft luxuries of this dull village in the middle of nowhere. She mused that perhaps it was the air, or the food.<br/><br/>Talianna rose from the bed, weak sunlight illuminating irregular patches of her alabaster skin, her nipples darker than usual from the passions of the night before. Even walking seemed to take more effort, her sex aching from Bianka's fingers and her legs protesting from the sudden movement. The Elf donned her leather corset, she sacrificed the protection of plate and chainmail for the manuverabilty  of the armor. And it wasn't as though anything got past her guard to attack her. She slipped her slender legs into dark leather breeches, tied on her Nauglir-hide boots and buckled Hatetongue to her waist.<br/><br/>She tried to be as silent as possible, watching the sprawled figure of Bianka on the bed. Her breasts and neck were marked with bruises from Talianna's love-bites, the only flaws of her smooth skin. Talianna smiled, watching the girl from the foot of the bed. She couldn't imagine what feeling it was inside her, the feeling of lust for Bianka, but also enjoying having her close, to feel her silken lips or to hear words of comfort. Dark Mother, she really had gone soft. Talianna quietly unbolted the door, wincing as it creaked slightly before slipping out into the chill of the Kislev spring morning.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>