(Set 2 weeks after the Andal Oasis pride challenge)

Miaran's body ached with every step, a constant reminder of the brutal battle in the Oasis. Khadija, with her tender care, had done what she could to mend the wounds that marred Miaran's battle worn skin. As she trudged towards the Peaks, her movements slow and weighed down by the burden of her thoughts.

The memory of losing her fight to steal @Helah, thwarted by the treachery of the lion who had dared to interfere in their duel, tormented Miaran. Each step she took was a painful reminder of the injustice she had faced. Yet, despite the heavy weight of defeat hanging over her, she persisted, her determined gaze scanning her surroundings as she made her way towards the Hidden Grotto.

Every breath she took was filled with a burning desire for redemption, for a chance to reclaim what could have and should have rightfully been hers. And with each step closer to her destination, Miaran's resolve only grew stronger, fueled by the fire of her passion and want of the woman.

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a little wicked
that's what he calls me

She had never been to this place. It was an idyllic sort of scene, pressed into a hidden grove- a grotto, she thought was the word for it. Helah found it... interesting, but it wasn't what drove her further into the place. It was a scent, a scent that lingered in the air and smelled of the Cove Queen, and @Miaran. Helah's entire being locked onto the smell of her and she approached, with sly- purely feline grace.

When she is in view of the female, she halts- head tilting slightly in an angled way- to study her. "That may have been the shortest lived alliance in the history of this land." She quips, though she hasn't discussed this with Harou- hasn't discussed where this landed them with the Cove. "Your Queen made a foolish move." She observes, as she approaches. She holds no hostility in her body, or expression, just flatly states the facts as she sees them, as she feels them.

"The fight she involved herself in? That was my spawn." There's a possessive edge to the word- not a maternal instinct, but the desire of a female who didn't want to share what she felt belonged to her.

@Miaran

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As Miaran ventured deeper into the Hidden Grotto, a powerful scent enveloped her senses, setting her heart racing. Suddenly, a voice reverberated in her ears, sending shivers down her spine. Turning slowly, she locked eyes with @Helah, a mischievous smirk dancing upon her lips.

With unyielding honesty, let us admit that the alliance existed because of you, ma chérie. Harou's silent judgment of my wife's ambitions instead of embracing the possibilities only solidifies this truth, Miaran's voice spoke up with unwavering determination, a hint of laughter bubbling beneath the surface.

Aphrodite has already faced consequences for her meddling in the cub squabble. She should have known to stay out of it, she continued, her disapproval evident, anger simmering beneath her words. But your King's audacity in challenging to steal my wife? Now, that is a matter of grave concern, my dear.

As she drew closer to Helah, Miaran's body language remained enigmatic, her intentions inscrutable. There was no overt threat in her words or movements as she circled the Andal Queen, her voice barely above a whisper.

You deserve so much more, she breathed, her words meant only for Helah's ears, the pointed ears that listened intently.

table code by daanyen

a little wicked
that's what he calls me

miaran is an intriguing creature, she speaks in an accent that helah quite enjoys- the familiarity of it, reminds her of the bluffs. though helah is not a creature of sentiment, she does... miss the bluffs sometimes. she had found a home there- a place who had accepted her. @Miaran speaks, and the words make a smirk pull at helah's lips. truthfully, she was quite okay being the only reason the alliance existed- and silently she was glad of the dissolution of it. if only because the alliance with t



he lagoon had not been a discussion with her. as if the high king needed to consult her -- or so she assumed he thought.

as the female speaks of Aphrodite, she hums softly. "how do you punish those who do wrong, miaran?" she asks, curious about the potential depravity of the female. "normally, i'd watch and place bets on who would win..." she trails off, letting the other guess as to why she'd involved herself. harou's attempt to steal the female, had been delightful. "i'm a proponent of chaos, miaran. harou's attempt to steal her..... was quite attractive." she grins. "your bid to remove me from the lands... also quite attractive." blatantly she flirts, listening as the queen speaks lowly. "oh, i don't know about deserve, but... i can take better when i wish." she returns the words, just as softly. is that more flirting? or a strange threat? with helah, one could never truly tell.

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Miaran lets her tongue glide sensuously over her lips, savoring the enticing words of the Andal woman as a sly smirk dances across her face. "If Aphrodite fails to make the necessary changes, she will find herself unceremoniously cast aside. Her heart beats not in tune with the chaos and violence that I so desperately crave, only in the rhythm of her own desires," Miaran purred, her voice dripping with intoxicating sweetness, veiling a fierce undertone.

"Perhaps I should have chosen a companion more deserving of my passions, someone who truly aligns with my wild spirit, oui? To reign beside me in this shimmering oasis of desolation," she teased, her voice a sultry melody as she gracefully circled the savage Queen, her movements laced with dark allure. "I am a soul who offers second chances, but beware—the fury that lies beneath my enchanting exterior is always ready to be unleashed at a moment’s notice."

@Helah

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