[The longer that Lucretia spends with Lup, she'll find that the other woman usually is in that position, always controlling her environment to her advantage, even when the harpy could tear her to bits in seconds. The human should look frightened, should be pleading for her life, but honestly, she just looks delighted.
Especially when Lucretia laughs. It's a beautiful sound that's just begging to be heard again.]
I'm not afraid of death. Not if that's what it takes to have met you, Lucretia. [It's not exactly true, the idea of something much bigger and more hungry out there in the forest sends a wonderful shiver up her spine, but Lup's trying for cool confidence. She's not scared away, not yet.]
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Especially when Lucretia laughs. It's a beautiful sound that's just begging to be heard again.]
I'm not afraid of death. Not if that's what it takes to have met you, Lucretia. [It's not exactly true, the idea of something much bigger and more hungry out there in the forest sends a wonderful shiver up her spine, but Lup's trying for cool confidence. She's not scared away, not yet.]
Have you always lived out here?