#fathomlin

The sudden set of teeth into her shoulder just under the leather piece of her wear has no reaction at first. Yet mirth lit within a red gaze as her gaze slowly turns toward Mizfaere with the slight cant of her head. She fought a smile - briefly, but it slowly started to give way in as she spoke. "Yes?" She leans back then with the slight tug to release her shoulder - just to swing her arm around the other Drow's shoulders. But then Minthara's hand slides down quickly before LOCKING into her middle and promptly dragging the bard over into her lap. Laying her across her lower half as Minthara leans over her - arms wrapped around her middle to keep Mizfaere balanced just right.

"You wish to consult me?" Words are lined with amusement as her eyes roamed Miz's expression over - up and down before finally giving into that smile. A broad grin then she CLICKS her teeth just short of her mouth. A playful threat to bite her back before sinking her lips into hers.

when bright, pretty, shiny mushroom people produce whimsical music and a light show, asking you to eradicate a duergar blight, you obviously heed the call. nepharia is already gleefully leading their little group of oddities through the underdark, after having picked up a scent from one of the duergar’s belongings that the myconids retrieved. she hasn’t shifted into her demon form, not yet ( she didn’t want to reveal herself around the myconids ), but her nose is still just as powerful.

gently sniffing at the air, the cambion, within her tiefling form, struts in front of the others, hips and tail swaying side to side with her steps. over her shoulder, nepharia steals a glance at the person behind her, which happens to be miz, letting an almost sadistic glee form upon her expression, ‘ hi, i’m your host, ’ she pauses, finally coming to a halt as she points a claw outward, signaling that the duergar are close, and she continues with a lowered voice, ‘ welcome to the murder party. ’