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The gith crossed her arms watching the drow with a sneer. "I was wrong about
The fluttering, unsettling sensation she was getting from the gith more and more often, had returned. "Are you trying to make me feel better again?" She asked, carefully wearing a mask of nonchalance. 
Citrine eyes slid toward her. "I am simply sharing an observation. Only a fool could not see it."
Shadowheart found herself stepping a little closer to the woman. 
"May I also share an observation?"
"Speak freely."
She smirked. "It is pronounced
As the sun beat down on them, the group... with the exception of Karlach and Astarion...gathered at the final stop on their circus trip to see the much beloved Dribbles the clown.
Shadowheart was not sure if it was her current lack of humor, or the material, but she did not even consider a laugh. 
From the sound of things, neither had most of the crowd.
Lae’zel, who had consistently proven to be surprisingly pleasant company, jeered. "Could we not possibly find better entertainment than this pitiable jester? Perhaps we could gouge our own eyes out?!"
Which was by far the funniest thing the elf had heard since they had sauntered up. The gith was honestly the most entertaining spectacle she had seen at all since they arrived. It was truly the end of days.
"And for my last joke of the night, I will need a volunteer from the audience!" The clown made a show of looking out under a gloved hand. "Ah." He exclaimed. "You!"
The crowd parted to look back at Tav who looked as annoyingly self-assured as ever, despite the sudden attention. They were a bard after all, and a rather gifted performer. They had even almost managed to appear contrite after breaking up with Shadowheart. 
Still the cleric had to stop herself from hoping they would maybe trip on their way up the stairs, despite their restraining boots.
"Ah. I’d be more than happy to come up there, but I think I know who might be an even better volunteer than me."
Shadowheart’s stomach leaped into her throat as she saw them glance conspiratorially at Minthara and then in her direction.
They wouldn’t
"Yes. My hilarious friend, Lae’zel." They finished with a smile, pointing at the gith who immediately cast a glare that could have
been empowered with the smiting power of a god.
"Absolutely not."
"Lae’zel, is it? Come on down then! Let’s all give her a big hand."
The green woman’s anger was palpable but not more so than her apathy. "Kainyank.." She muttered as she muscled through the crowd, looking as if she were walking toward execution.
Shadowheart offered her a small concerned smile once she was on the stage, and the gith’s passive snarl seemed to dampen if only a little. She was equally impressed by the githyanki’s resolve to follow through with this ridiculous situation, and annoyed by Tav’s childish prank.
"Now-" The clown turned toward a table behind him and picked up a handful of mallets. The children in the crowd gasped in joy and awe, as he began to juggle them, with apparent ease.
"-Tell me Lae’zel. What did the clown say to the Githyanki warrior?"
...’ The gith grunted as if it caused her excruciating pain.
All at once the jovial atmosphere shifted as the clown's face melted into a look of utter malice.
"Praise the absolute
Before the words could fully register, the clown had dropped all of his mallets but one, and knocked Lae’zel with such force that a lesser person would have likely fallen unconscious, if not died. The warrior instead rocked backwards, clearly dazed and then fell to one knee.
Shadowheart was the first to spring into action."
Dimension Door!
She’d wished another of their party had been close enough to bring with her, but she did not have time to think twice as the clown had released a particularly savage looking dog and was laughing maniacally as he approached her friend. Like clockwork she felt the familiar invigoration of haste as Gale cast it from where he had settled on the wall splitting the area. They had cultivated a well-oiled machine.
With a breath she called on powerful radiant light to encircle her, wishing now that she had brought her spear. 
In a blink the rabid dog had leapt at her and been incinerated in holy light and she had rushed toward the clown who had just followed up with another brutal blow to Lae’zel’s stomach. The gith doubled over. 
Shadowheart saw red. Two crossbow bolts lodged themselves in the clown’s arm and chest as Tav reacted, shouting moving orders to the others who were suddenly  surrounded by what remained of the Bhaalspawn. Only Shadowheart knew how close Tav had come to becoming one, but she could only give that a glancing thought as the pulsing light at her waist came in contact with the clown, burning through his legs as she brought down the full force of a point blank guiding bolt into his back. She felt her energy dip severely after casting so much difficult magic so quickly, but she had suffered worse for longer. She grasped Lae’zel who was bleeding seriously from the head. 
"Lae’zel! Stay with me-" She took another deep breath and let healing light flow from her goddess through her hands as she took hold of the gith’s face. 
"...I am not going anywhere, cleric." To her point, the eye that was not covered in blood had not missed much of the past minute which was greatly relieving. With a nod, Shadowheart turned from her once she had done what she had time for to assess the situation on the ground. 
Minthara and Tav sliced through the assassins who encircled them. The druids had entangled the shapeshifters by the cages and Minsc pounded his sword into the corpse of the escaped dinosaur. Still more assassins emerged from the alleyway, who were immediately met by Wyll and lit up with red missiles from Gale. 
And then, a shining green trident landed in the middle of the fray, knocking them all back, only to return to her tiefling friend’s hand as Astarion and Karlach grinned maliciously. It looked like all was in orde
...Until the displacer beast roared before warping into the middle of the crowd.  it’s teeth now bared over a mother and her child. 
"Godsdammit!" Shadowheart felt her nose beginning to bleed, and willed Selune to grant her the strength for one more cast. 
In a moment, the stalwart guardian appeared in the middle of the crowd and split the beast’s head from its body in one fell swoop.
Now totally spent, the Selunite slumped to the ground, only to find herself in the arms of Lae’zel who, through hazy eyes, was looking at her with an odd expression of glee.
"Rest now, elf." Despite the blood coating her face and her quick healing, the fighter looked the paragon of health as she swept her up as easily as a child and placed her gently in the small alcove in the back of the stage. "When you wake, we will drink to your ferocity."
Just before her eyes closed, Shadowheart watched as the gith whipped the greatsword off her back and twisted it in one hand before jumping toward the assassins like an angel of death.
Ferocity indeed.
Shadowheart opened bleary eyes to find herself in her tent. Her eyes landed first on the juxtaposition of its poles as she struggled to fight off the last bit of haste’s lethargy, made worse by her magical demand.
She rolled onto her side then, to find herself looking directly at the small of a Githyanki back. All scars, muscle and mottled yellow-green skin. She quickly sat up.
"...Lae’zel?" She felt her lips curl into a smile but wasn’t sure why she was so happy to see the woman. Mastering herself, she chalked it up to being glad that she had completed their battle without any more grievous injuries.
The woman in question took another draught of whatever was in her hands. "Shadowheart."
Looking past her, the cleric couldn’t see any activity in the camp but was relieved to see the sun still in the sky. "Are we alone?"
The gith put down her drink and inclined her head sideways. "They left for the Elfsong."
Shadowheart rubbed her face. "Well I am awake now so you can join them if you like."
"I will walk with you."
Blue eyes rolled. "You don’t have to babysit me, I am perfectly capable of finding you all there."
Lae’zel cast her gaze backwards. "But will you?"
The cleric fell back onto her pillow and toyed with the idea of walking into the rowdy place, Tav and Minthara likely shoving tongues down each other's throats. "Probably not."
"Then I am content to stay, so long as it will not disturb your recovery."
What was with her all of a sudden? It almost felt like the gith magically appeared to act as her shoulder to lean on whenever she started to feel a little lonely. "Lae’zel...are we friends?"
The Githyanki fully faced her then, eyes half-lidded and glassy, skin tinged...pinkish purple. Was she already drunk?
"A stupid question. Today you foolishly cast a day's worth of magic in less than 5 minutes to save me from a clown . Is that not a friend?"
Shadowheart tilted her head with annoyance. "Okay... I will rephrase it. Are you my friend? Or have you been so nice to me outside of the battlefield because there was a lack of better things to do?"
"There are many things that are certainly more productive... but you are a particularly gifted warrior and that has earned you my respect-" She took pursed her lips and took a swig. "-and so I will prioritize your well-being and indulge myself in your company. Does that make me your friend ?" The gith had said the phrase "your friend’ like it was covered in poo but...
The cleric relaxed. "I suppose that sounds close enough to the definition."
"I am glad you are satisfied." Lae’zel slid a bottle in the woman’s direction, but kept the other clutched in her hand. "You were dominant and ruthless - the enemy’s plan was routed before the battle began.... Unlike that arrogant drow who nearly fed me to our enemies for a laugh."
Shadowheart eyed the gith airily as the mention of her previous lover rolled across her mind like a marble. In the interim, as she took in the vision of the warrior reclining, it registered that she did not actually want to think about any drow at the present moment. This was interesting enough. She inclined her head. "And yet you’re keeping the good stuff to yourself?" 
Lae’zel followed her line of sight to the bottle in her grip and frowned. " Chk . It has taken me months to find anything on this plane that comes close to the libations I enjoyed on K’liir. It is like a mix of your sweetest "wine’ and your finest "beer.’ Since it is so rare, I doubt you would enjoy its taste."
Well now she had to have some, or at least see if the gith would give some to her. "Try me." The elf smirked, sitting up and leaning closer.
A brief flicker of hesitation played over the gith’s face, followed by an emotion the cleric did not recognize as she worked her jaw. "If you insist," she breathed, putting down the bottle.
The cleric realized, all too late, that she’d misspoken when the gith did not move to pour her a glass and instead put her hand under her chin and kissed her. The white-haired woman was too shocked to move, in fact her whole brain shut off in a haze of confusion as soft lips moved against her own, a slick tongue moving along her lower lip. Without any coherent thought she opened her mouth and allowed the gith to kiss her rather thoroughly, gasping as her senses were enraptured by the taste of rhubarb - sweet, saccharine, and bitter.
More surprising still, was the pulsing of her loins that immediately shot up to her chest and then crackled in her skull, followed by the white hot adrenaline of feeling completely and totally wanted.
She half-remembered then that it had been weeks since she’d last kissed Tav, though they had clearly been rather busy . That almost explained the tingling in her body, and the way her hands were naturally settling on the back of the gith’s neck, entwining in her hair.
An errant moan emerged from the cleric as her eyes fluttered closed, and the warrior leaned into her, nipping at her lip, arm slipping around her waist.
It did not explain why Lae’zel was kissing her . 
The gith’s other hand came around her waist then, and with a yelp she was pulled into her lap. Before she could catch her breath to voice well...anything.. The gith was sucking at the delicate skin underneath her ear, turning her very bones into mush.
Did she care why she was kissing her?
The warrior’s tongue slid up the tip of her ear, and she felt herself flood. "...Mmm.."
The protest on her lips disintegrated as Lae’zel used her teeth to pull her back into their kiss. Every movement was burning her up from the inside out, the gith’s tongue not wild or relentless like she’d expect. She was calculating, expertly dominating in a way that felt ...addicting. She felt so good that it had to be wrong. So wet that she started to panic. The hold on her waist traveled upwards, inwards until it cupped her breast. 
The elf’s pussy throbbed almost painfully as fingers gently twisted around the crest of her tits.
No. She did not.
Lae’zel gripped her thigh. 
Squeezed, nails scratching up and in and almost there.
Shadowheart took the chance to grab hold of the tiny shred of sanity that proffered itself to her and pulled back, but found that.... Well.... The gith’s lap was as good a place as any to have a conversation.
Citrine eyes pierced her as the alien woman licked her lips, her chest heaving. "If you wished to prove your taste superior to the drink, you have done it."
What?? "Hold on! That- That’s not what I meant! I meant try and see if I would like your precious drink!!"
"So "try me’ was not an invitation to taste you?" The gith looked less remorseful and more... unbelieving!! Which was infuriating, and yet spread lightning throughout the Selunite’s chest. 
"Why in the hells would you think that it was?!" The cleric shifted in her grasp and froze completely at the feel of something warm and hard poking at her ass. "...and what the hell is that..." 
The gith’s eyes narrowed.
Shakily, the cleric’s hand slid underneath herself as she lifted slightly. Sure enough....
"Shka’keth..." The gith shuddered, eyes heavy with desire. "You say you did not invite me for a kiss and yet you so brazenly grasp at my length?"
L-l-length?!! Shadowheart turned red from her toes to the hair on her head and she practically threw herself backwards. When she could finally speak, she did so through the fingers which were hiding her face.
"I think... I need a moment. To myself."
The air hung silent as Shadowheart dared not say another word with the gith still in her tent, uncertainty permeating her very soul. She had no idea what might come out of her mouth.
"... Fine." The gith murmured finally, withdrawing from the tent.
Shadowheart just stayed there for a moment, heart pounding, body thrumming. Lae’zel had kissed her. Wanted to kiss her. And she had a... and it was rather... 
From just a kiss?
And what of herself? Why had she been so quick to just-just give herself over? Did she want to get over Tav? Was she desperate? Or was it Lae’zel’s warmth, her strength, her kindness, her densely muscled body, her domineering presence, that secret between her thighs, that all seemed so incredibly capable of filling every aching, cold, hollow crack and crevice with her heat??
The woman felt that steam must be pouring out of her ears as she considered that somehow she had found herself at a crossroads. Her mind could not make sense of any of the information, its processor seemingly broken. Her body, though, had made a choice rather quickly.
Her tent flap swung open and Lae’zel crouched at the entrance. "Your moment is up."