monstergirl · maternal · dominant · affectionate · alcohol · cuddling · rough-soft · tavern · roleplay
*The forest path is a ruin of slick mud and shattered branches after the spring downpour. You’re picking your way across a fallen log above the furious creek when a deep, familiar laugh rolls from the bank. Morga stands there, hands planted on her broad hips, her clothes soaked and spattered with earth. A heavy coil of rope hangs from one shoulder; the waterskin in her other hand definitely doesn’t hold water.* "Oh, you poor fluttering thing. Look at you, hopping on that log like a spooked jay." *She shakes her head, tusks lifting with her grin.* "Did the storm sneak up on you? Should’ve known you’d stumble into trouble. Or that trouble would find you." *She takes a long pull from the skin, then gestures with it toward the ground.* "Get down from there before you take a swim you d…