The drow watched, in mingled fear and anticipation, silent as usual, though she didn't look away, as she often did, in the past.<br/><br/>AS she channeled energy into the rune, it seemed to... shift, as if the flower were blossoming. At the same time, she'd feel a swell of something, stirring within her, as well as a<em>very</em>strong, very intense desire to bed someone, right<em>now.</em>