Ulder raises an eyebrow. “This begs the question, then. You shared in my son's memory through the tadpoles. It was the night Wyll made his pact, but that wasn’t the only thing I saw through his eyes.” He stares hard at Irva. “Did I see clearly? Were you the cultist who took my son’s eye?” “Yes,” Irva says simply. “Does he know this?” “Yes.” Ulder leans forth, his brow furrowed. “And now you presume to take his heart?” Irva smiles dangerously, all sharp teeth. “Yes.” - No Hard Feelings by ElleKhen
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Thank you @milton-chamberlain for this portrait of Irva, cleric of Tiamat and ex-Dragon Cultist! Here's to the best worst girl. ❤️✨












