Nysadeia
Strange as it may seem
horror loses its power to frighten
horror loses its power to frighten
Did she love the idea? No. Did she have a better one? Also no. Nysa hee'd and haw'ed against the idea of being some glorified assistant, until she realized that it at the very least would spare her the effort of making any sort of important decisions. Annoying as it was to be told what to do, it was worlds better than needing to strain her back in the kelp forest.
"I guess, it won't hurt anything to meet her at least," she relented, in a begrudging sort of way. "Unless I can be your attendant?" She made a half-hearted attempt with the lashes again; without much hope for their efficacy. The King seemed oddly immune to her obvious charms.
"I guess, it won't hurt anything to meet her at least," she relented, in a begrudging sort of way. "Unless I can be your attendant?" She made a half-hearted attempt with the lashes again; without much hope for their efficacy. The King seemed oddly immune to her obvious charms.
when repeated too often
