Peony chose to bite her tongue rather than continue the conversation about the Wilk. If he had agreed to the terms of his partnership with his Dominant as Ianthe had described, that meant he was fine with his actions and wasn't being forced. And she was going to feel slightly less bad about electrocuting him.
Oh, she was certainly clinging to one thread of connection with her patron. While their pact was intact then that meant she wasn't alone and if she wasn't alone, she didn't have to be scared.
Under normal circumstances, Peony might have turned reticent at that point, not willing to embarrass herself with the fear of seeming unknowing. Hidden behind her vow to Titania as a convenient excuse as to why it would be dangerous to participate. But instead; "Then I'll happily participate. Hardly the first time I've sang for my supper. But, I'll need your agreement first." If participation was what was demanded, then she would be nothing other than in hot demand - a performer to the bitter end. The warmth of stew in stomach was reminding her that this was a give and take situation and there was much that might be taken to give back.
Peony set a hand on Ianthe's thigh. A lingering touch as she slowed her frenetic pace and allowed her concerns to slip to the back of her mind. This was just an adventure after all. "I'm more blade than shield I'm afraid to report, my lady. Safe unless wielded incorrectly."
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Oh, she was certainly clinging to one thread of connection with her patron. While their pact was intact then that meant she wasn't alone and if she wasn't alone, she didn't have to be scared.
Under normal circumstances, Peony might have turned reticent at that point, not willing to embarrass herself with the fear of seeming unknowing. Hidden behind her vow to Titania as a convenient excuse as to why it would be dangerous to participate. But instead; "Then I'll happily participate. Hardly the first time I've sang for my supper. But, I'll need your agreement first." If participation was what was demanded, then she would be nothing other than in hot demand - a performer to the bitter end. The warmth of stew in stomach was reminding her that this was a give and take situation and there was much that might be taken to give back.
Peony set a hand on Ianthe's thigh. A lingering touch as she slowed her frenetic pace and allowed her concerns to slip to the back of her mind. This was just an adventure after all. "I'm more blade than shield I'm afraid to report, my lady. Safe unless wielded incorrectly."