[[Let's see... so Cyra's got 1 damage reduction and 5 HP, so she's now at 3/5 physical HP.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/271522">Come a Little Closer</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">3d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2,3,5</span>+1 dice from getting her to suck up some honey, +1 dice from the "More Legs Than Anyone Could Possibly Need" skill since she's got much better balance.]]<br/><br/>Cyra listens to the frimbo's story with a politely cocked head and a vague smile. That sounded like most people, let alone karis; if you were submissive enough to let people pull food from your stomach, they were going to tend to think enough less of you to regard you as food-in-waiting. If you wanted anyone to take you seriously, you had to force them to do it. Sure enough, Fran decides this time the kari in front of her isn't going to get away, As the frimbo's long, pink tongue darts out, Cyra brings her arm up to ward it off in an instinctive move, only to feel the tongue accurately coil around her arm and start insistently pulling her forward. What was worse, she could already feel the energy oozing from the frimbo and down her arm- and was the world already starting to shrink? It was- that meant she didn't have much time. "That is," she says with a taut voice, "A sad story- perhaps in your next incarnation you'll be able to eat one. You see-" Her free arm lights up with fire, to distract the frimbo, but that's not what she aimed to do- instead, bracing with her legs, she pulls the frimbo towards her, yanking her arm back to mash it and Fran's tongue against her breasts, mashing them enough to coax a little paralytic honey out onto Fran's tongue. Not nearly enough to paralyze her, but- perhaps- enough to slow her down. Because if she didn't slow down, Cyra was going to be too small to paralyze her anyway, she knew with a slight flutter of her heart.