Kiss!

Kiss!!

A very good girl. 

She quite appreciates the compliment.

And the rewards good girls get. 

!!

Mmmm tasty girl...

Maellys can probably do a pretty good job of tiring Birgitta out like this.

All according to plan. 

Mm. Good plan.

And after, once Birgitta is properly tired out: snuggles? 

Snuggles.

Good. 

And sleep. 

Relaxing and refreshing.

At least, that is, until she starts to dream. This one has a different character than any she's experienced before, and the setting is unfamiliar. A dark plain, the quiet ripple of water, and a dark sky with a single, baleful red star.

There's a music, perhaps, except for how there's a silence, more profound than any she's heard before. Deep, and ringing in her chest like the tolling of a bell.

There's a direction the tolling is coming from, perhaps. A summons for her.

She has to answer. She can't not. She obeys the summons, her pace and breath and heartbeat matching the toll.

It pulls her down, into the rippling water below her -

But this isn't water -

It's blood.

She's bathed in blood ever since she joined the Brotherhood.

Doing it this literally is new, though.

It sinks into her, echoing through her body like the ocean of blood is but an extension of her, twisting and burning -

And she begins to hear whispers, though she can't quite make them out -

Then she needs to go deeper.

As she sinks - 

She feels a hand on her neck, in her hair, and one whisper is a bit more intense than the others...

Oh! She remembers this...