Liz is not a popular figure. Liz doesn’t care.
Some time later after Vix had been comforted appropriately and the embers of the fire had died down leaving most of the group slumbering nearby, Liz alone was left awake.
She was standing at the mouth of the cave gazing up into the stars when Alya’s fingers slid through her hair from behind. The witch gently drew Liz’s head back so she was forced to look upwards and backwards.
“That was not nice,” Ayla said mildly, giving Liz’s hair a little tug.
In spite of her uncomfortable arched position, a slow smile spread over Liz’s face and a little twinkle established itself firmly in her eye. “What wasn’t?”
“What you did to Vix.”
“I didn’t do anything to Vix.”
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More, mes dames! More!
The walking eventually terminated in the stopping of walking, that was to say in making camp in a cave. There the seven women sat around a fire, chewing on dried beef in relative silence. Though many were friends in their own right they were not a natural group in their entirety. Kira and Ayla sat near one another with Aeron to Kira’s rear. Moon was sitting in Trebuchet’s lap while Vix leaned against the wall somewhat distant. Liz sat furthest away from the group toward the mouth of the cave, staring out at the stars.
“So this seems stupid,” Liz eventually announced. “You think a queen doesn’t know how to look in a cave?”
Nobody much responded but Vix nodded her agreement in the shadows. She had said as much herself, but Liz seemed to be able to say what she could not. Liz seemed to be able to do anything with impunity.
I made Lesbia’s Kira and Ayla in the new Sims game, Sims 4. They actually turned out pretty awesome! (You just have to ignore the fact that they’re standing in a modern town, funnily enough the game didn’t ship with a lesbian fantasy realm!)
The expressions are just so great in this game, I especially love the dour look Ayla gives Kira and the thoroughly unrepentant looks Kira gives right back.
Check out the latest in Lesbia here 😀
“We have the witch on our side.” Moon sat in bed next to Vix and elbowed her friend. Ayla’s packing was taking an inordinate amount of time. Indeed, according to the witch, she would not be done packing for a full three days. Vix had recieved the news gratefully. It meant that she might have three days without danger or conflict. Three days respite from the war which raged hither and thither throughout Lesbia.
She nodded in acknowledgement of Moon’s words. They did have the witch. Ayla was not what or who she had expected. A twisted angry crone, Ayla was not. The woman was beautiful, sensual, mature… and a dozen more adjectives all of which served to tantalize and excite.