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They were getting desperate, although the usual symptoms of turning hadn’t materialised as of yet, they could leave no stone unturned in the search for a cure, even if the cure came from the deranged Auntie Ethel.
The spot she had marked on Tav’s map was a good two day walk with no guarantee that this “cure” would work.
The sun was warm on Tav’s skin and she wiped the sweat from her brow. She head the mutterings of the group behind her, she preferred it this way, scouting ahead of the group. Tav had been so lost in thought she hadn’t noticed Astarion had sped up to walk in step with her. Not that this was necessarily unusual, Tav rather enjoyed the vampire’s conversation, they shared the same wicked sense of humour and she enjoyed his flirting. She wasn’t entirely sure that she bought what he was selling, but she enjoyed the attention nevertheless. She wasn’t averse to “donating” her neck again either. But! Today, he was close, well within what would be comfortable for close friends and…was he sniffing her?
Tav raised an eyebrow,
“Can I help you?” She exclaimed, bringing her pace to an abrupt stop. The pale elf all but walked into her,
“Sorry darling, I couldn’t help it…” he trailed off again, leaning his body towards her, Astarion inhaled again and his tongue dashing over his fangs,
“Have you changed your perfume…your soap, I can’t put my finger on it but your scent is,” he dropped his head and gazed at her with all the fire that burned behind his red eyes.
“Delectable,”
“It almost reminds me of that delicious moment we spent…” the Vampire trailed off as the realisation came over him what this marvellous scent was. He took a step backwards and straightened up,
“So sorry darling, I didn’t realise,”’
The realisation had mutually washed over Tav as she quickly counted the days in her head,
“Fuck.” her period clearly must have started. In the madness that had become her life, keeping track of her cycle had fallen by the wayside.
So engrossed in each other, was our bard and rogue, that they had both not realised that their camp mates had caught up to the pair and witnessed the mutual realisation of what had occurred. Well, apart from the gith.
Tav’s face flushed red with embarrassment as she strode forward with her vampire friend trailing along behind her,
“I mean it in a good way, darling, don’t run off!”
A confused expression fell over Lae’zel’s face, and Shadowheart rolled her eyes,
“She’s on her period,” the cleric spat curtly as she started forward, both wincing and impressed at the flurry of curse words their de facto leader had yelled.
“What is this, period?” The githyanki exclaimed loudly.
Gale, sensing that a teaching moment had presented itself, decided to masterfully take full control of the situation and pulled the githyanki close to his shoulder,
“Well, my dear Lai’zel, let me explain the many wonders of…..” he waved his hand slowly in the air, at what, the Githyanki wasn’t sure,
“…the menstrual cycle!”
“Which is nothing to be embarrassed about!” He yelled towards the bard, whose figure grew ever smaller in the distance.
“FUCK!”