Alinn'sora's weary eyes settled upon the large form of the brutish Taurus. She would have rolled them if there were irises with which to make the manoeuvre. She raised a hand to silence the dumb beast, then turned her head to once more regard the two occupants of the cell. She flicked her attention over the both of them, seemingly taking in their worth and measure in a few moments of inquisitive appraisal.<br/><br/>‘Stop using your words. Your simplicity offends my ears. You may have the imbecilic bee-creature, I detect that you operate on similar intellectual levels, but that you could ever hope to achieve her levels of mental acumen however.’<br/><br/>The nymph moved toward the drider and clutched at the bars of the cage with both hands. Her mycological canker spread along the black iron metal at an alarming rate, flushing into pulsating gangrenous protrusions where metal met the stone of the ceiling.<br/><br/>‘This one interests me. This one I want. Such power inside her, such strength…her flesh sings to me like a choir of spirits. You run along and have fun with the other, this one…this one is mine. I have claimed her.’<br/><br/>Alinn’sora cocked her head to one side, the charms in her crown making delicate and hollow tinkling sounds. Behind her the strange, fleshy bodyguards gibbered and twitched, taking a position between the slim nymph and the towered bull-demon. Alinn’sora entirely ignored them and fixed her nauseating gaze upon the drider. Her lips curled up into an approximation of a pleasant smile.<br/><br/>‘My name is Alinn’sora, I am a prisoner here, do not be fooled by my lack of visible chains. The giving of a name honours the receiver, I pray that you honour me with your own.’<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>