Súlimëo Quentar: March Stories by Elleth

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The way to a woman's heart...

(Contains dead orcs, bugs and hints at medical procedures, probably not for the squeamish.) A drabble written as thank-you for GG, Pandë and Steel for help and encouragement with this particular OC's story.

Idhlinn's brow furrowed. "You expect gratitude."

The hunter's face crumpled in dismay at her tone, not the obvious joy he had expected. The carcass he had brought dropped to the floor with a clank of armour.

"I am grateful," she said quickly, nodding. "I was assuming everyone believed I spoke in jest. Put it on the table."

That done, Idhlinn stripped the creature."Interesting. I hoped for a male specimen." The hunter, a hand on his stomach, fled when she set the scalpel on the orc's chest for the first incision, humming, and fondly glanced at her dermestid jar. "Soon."

Chapter End Notes

Written for the following prompts:

O67: In a Manner of Speaking: Skeletons in the Closet, Injuries: Stomach Ache