A glacial chill eeks through her at his words, the vial pouring its contents across resistant skin.  Every slide of liquid across flesh sends a scream of denial through her brain.  The scent and heat of it seem perfectly harmless, though Fern knows this cannot be so.  Nothing, absolutely nothing in this place is as it appears.<br/><br/>A body gone to stone could not have known stillness equalling Fern's as that hazardous concoction slide its way over and into the intimate regions of her flesh.  The tiniest of whimpers, quickly stoppered by her lips rises from her throat, breath shuddering its way out through flaring nostrils.<br/><br/><strong>"Make her lick.  She must take all of it from you."</strong><br/><br/><em>Please, no, please no, please.. I just want to go home</em><br/><br/>Fern's internal lament repeating in a continuous loop of despair, eyes closing tight, she steps forward, closing the distance, well into range of Miaren's lips and tongue.