Charming

This is part of my "Obsidian's Hoard of Lovers" series, but the shorts are written in such a way that you should be able to enjoy them in any order.

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If you spot any typos, do please let me know in the comments!

Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.

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Dulce finished her song with a flourish and a bow, her long ears perked up listening to the cheers and claps of the tavern customers, who had clearly enjoyed her impromptu show.

She jumped down from the table gracefully, her soft paws and strong legs cushioning her landing completely.

The mug she had left besides her to gather tips had a few silvers and coppers, but nothing really spectacular. Dulce thought she might need to squeeze her already light purse to rummage enough for a good dinner and a room, though perhaps she could use plan b...

Ever the adventurous rabbitfolk, she had departed to human lands more than a year ago to explore the world and have some fun. And overall, she had been successful in that department.

She had travelled around for a bit with some adventurers until she felt they were chewing a bit more than they should, so they parted ways amicably. After that, she had mostly moved from town to town, playing, singing and dancing for coin, enjoying local stories, food and, sometimes, even the locals themselves... intimately.

And her eagerness for company had the benefit of usually coming with a free bed.

Besides, compared to most sapient people she was tiny, so it's not like she took a lot of room.

Dulce looked around the tavern, checking out the locals to see if anyone caught her eye.

She might be a frisky woman, but she still had some standards.

In the corner of the tavern, somewhat away from prying eyes, a group of people got up and left, chatting amongst themselves and checking their equipment.

Left alone, sitting by the table, was a human with very dark thick hair.

He was wearing what looked like travel clothes, and seemed young-ish, thirty at most. He was rather tall and broad shouldered, which made Dulce smile mischievously.

Someone that handed out quests to adventurers, she thought, perhaps some local official? A servant to someone important?

She walked closer to the table while trying to ascertain more about him.

He was handsome, that was for sure, with nice masculine features and deep dark eyes that were of a brownish red.

The stranger seemed lost in thought, and only noticed her when she tapped the chair opposite his.

"Mind if I join you?" she said, giving him a flirty smile while making one of her ears drop, turning up the cute as high as she could.

The man smiled at her and nodded, so Dulce hopped on the chair and sat down. Well, more stood or squatted, in Dulce's case, human chairs were not designed for someone of her size.

She leaned on the table looking at him inquisitively, her turquoise eyes shining under the lamps in the room.

He looked back into her eyes, and to her pleasant surprise, smiled again.

"Can I help you?" he said in a polite tone. His voice was deep and friendly.

Dulce's cute cotton tail twitched excitedly.

"Maybe... I'm trying to figure that out," she said with her best cheeky and flirtatious tone.

The stranger giggled and took a sip of his mug, mimicking her pose by leaning on the table.

Dulce couldn't help but to grin ear to ear, it was always fun to meet someone that tried to play at her own game.

"And... who might you be?" he asked, resting his head on one of his hands as he leaned on the table, his dark locks quite striking against his fair skin.

Dulce sat back on her chair and struck a pose with her guitar, giving him a wink.

"Dulce Greenhill, travelling bard, at your service!" she finished with a cute bow, the man obviously enjoying her flair for the dramatic.

Once she raised her eyes again, the man did a courteous bow, again, playing along with her mischievousness.

"John Emergal, at your service!" he laughed as he finished his introduction, and they both shared a giggle.

"So tell me, Dulce, were you looking for work as an adventurer? If so I'm afraid you just missed the group I hired," he said once again nursing his drink.

Dulce sat sideways on her chair, placing her guitar on the table carefully.

"Nah, not looking for that sort of work, tried it, not really my thing," she said looking at the ceiling. "I'm more of an entertainer, enjoying more fine drinks, warm beds and good company."

John gave her a smirk.

"Is that why you decided to join me? Good company?" he was brutally direct, refreshing, she thought.

"Maybe," she said with her best sensual tone while standing on her chair and laying her torso along the table, looking up at him. Her caramel fur was lustrous and pleasing under this light.

"You're definitely handsome, and seem nice, but I don't know you just yet," she said.

John leaned forward, meeting her gaze with his, and her body tingled in excitement, her fluffy tail twitching happily.

"So then, what's the next step, in this plan of yours?" he said, getting his right-hand close to her face as if asking if it was ok to touch her.

She nuzzled his hand, making it clear she was more than ok with being touched like this.

"Well, normally I would hope to share a drink and some conversation with my new friend," she said while enjoying his caresses on her fuzzy cheeks and ears.

John giggled and ordered them a couple of drinks. Dulce gave him a beaming smile and with a couple of agile moves she walked on the chairs next to the table till reaching the one next to his, snuggling against his warmth.

"You're not subtle, are you?" he said while putting his left hand on the small of her back, giving her a happy shiver.

She made her best fake outrage face, putting her hand on her lips.

"Who me? Why, I'm a paragon of diplomacy and subtlety!" she laid her head against his chest as she said this, giving him a smouldering look.

The barmaid dropped their drinks and smiled at the scene, rolling her eyes a bit.

"You can join if you like!" Dulce playfully shouted at the barmaid as she walked away.

"Maybe another time," she said, holding her tray against her chest. "You seem to have your hands full already...," she said while looking at John, who grinned.

Dulce turned and gave the man an inquisitive look.

"Well, well, well! Apparently you are accused of being a handful!" she said, digging a finger onto his chest, a coquettish smile drawn on her fluffy face. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

John laughed and ruffled her hair.

"That I'm guilty as charged, your honour," the man took a sip of his drink, his gaze still meeting Dulce's.

The cute rabbitfolk gave him a long look and then sipped her drink too, quite intrigued by her companion.

"Tell me then, John, what do you do around here?" she said as she made her hand walk on a couple of fingers across his chest.

The man took her hand as she did so, and squeezed it gently against his chest, making a jolt of joy shoot up Dulce's spine.

He knows what he's doing, she thought, why a dirty smile.

"I used to be an adventurer like you, did it for many years actually!" Dulce's ears perked at his words, adventurers have the best stories. "But I've since retired, and now I mostly keep an eye on things around this area, staying in touch with the different towns, and hiring people to sort problems when they happen."

Dulce tilted her head and slowly moved onto his lap, the soft leather of her pants rubbing against his crotch in a totally intentional fashion.

"Do you work for the local mayor or similar?" she said, resting her head on one of his arms, looking up towards his eyes.

John welcomed her in his arms quite romantically, allowing her to get comfy in his lap and caressing her side as he used one of his arms to cradle her head.

"Not really, I'm independent, I prefer it that way, leaves me plenty of time to spend on private business," he said, taking a sip of his drink.

She listened interested, even though she could feel how comfortable she was getting, and her nethers started to tingle in desire for some intimate company.

"I actually heard that a dragon watches over this region," she said with genuine curiosity, "is that true?"

John nodded and smiled.

"Indeed, he is called Obsidian, though he tries to keep to himself, most people get scared when they see a dragon parading around town," he said as he slid a hand under her blouse and gently rubbed her belly, Dulce was loving his tender caresses, not at all the treatment she was expecting. "I think he is well liked around here, but you'd have to ask the locals to be sure."

Dulce murred in delight while giving him an inquisitive look.

"You don't live here in town?" she asked while helping his hand along her belly and chest, trying her best not to moan like a whore from the pleasant touches.

John shook his head while petting the back of her neck.

"Nah, I live up the mountain with my spouses," he said without missing a beat.

An alarm raised in Dulce's head, who gave him a look that made it clear she demanded an explanation.

John smiled and stopped his cuddles, clearly understanding this.

"We're in a fairly open relationship, so don't worry, I'm not breaking any rules," he said in a sincere tone. "In fact, I think I need to introduce you to them... they'd love a silky cutie like you..."

Dulce relaxed and allowed him to continue, it sounded odd, but she had seen a lot of odd things in her travels. Besides, in her culture, bigger groups of partners and spouses were much more common than with humans.

"A lot of you in this arrangement?" she asked, with more salacious curiosity.

John nodded again, bringing her closer to his face.

"Aha, met my first two spouses while adventuring, and it has been growing ever since," he giggled. "Good thing we have a big home."

Dulce gave him a dirty smile.

"It sounds like a lot of fun," she moved her lips close to his, her hands caressing his chest.

John didn't need further invitation and landed a pleasant fiery kiss on her lips. Dulce wrapped her arms around his head, enjoying his tongue inside her mouth as they moaned in delight.

"It is," said John, while giving her a smouldering look and licking his lips. "But you'll excuse me if I rather keep you all for myself tonight."

Dulce wiggled in his arms, her soft feet rubbing against the nearby chair excitedly.

"It sounds like a lovely plan, hun," she squeezed his chest like a needy girl, her arousal getting the better of her.

John grinned and gently stood up with Dulce in his arms, who giggled while reaching for her guitar.

"Shall we get a room to know each other better?" he said as her slender legs dangled from his arms.

Dulce nodded effusively, resting her head against his chest while dirty thoughts run through her fuzzy mind.

He was surprisingly strong. Sure, in comparison to a human she was really tiny, but he was basically holding her as if she weighted nothing.

John stopped by the barmaid and handed her some gold, while the lady passed him back a room key. She rolled her eyes while smiling at them, making it clear that this wasn't the first time she had seen something like this.

"Not your first fun night at this place, I take?" Dulce asked with a coquettish grin as they went up the stairs.

He ruffled her head again and chuckled as he nodded.

"I'd be lying if I said otherwise," he said as he walked down the hallway looking for their room.

Dulce sat up on his arms and nuzzled his neck, giving him little nibbles with her cute buckteeth.

"It's ok handsome, as you can tell, I'm a bit promiscuous myself," she said as she moved her index finger in circles on his firm chest.

The door to the room creaked open a little. It was nothing special, a comfortable double bed, wooden floor, a chair and a chest by the corner and a small window that let the quiet moonlight of the evening into the space.

Dulce hopped off his arms into the bed and stretched over it as much as she could, settling into a sensual pose once she had enjoyed the soft sheets enough.

"Don't feel too bad if you can't keep up with me, big guy," she said in a cocky tone.

John raised an eyebrow as he took off his shirt. He had a manly chest with just enough black fluff on it, it had several scars and marks from combat, giving credence to his story about being a retired adventurer.

Dulce couldn't help but biting her own lip in anticipation.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked with an inquisitive look, but without losing his playful grin.

The lascivious rabbitfolk sat up on the bed, taking off her blouse slowly and playing with her soft breasts to tease her soon-to-be lover.

"Well, I've noticed that humans don't really last as long as my own kind, though they have other... qualities," she said looking straight at his crotch with a stupid dirty smile.

John looked at her with his arms crossed for a few seconds, a very mischievous grin showing on his face.

"Bet I can take you down," he said, full of confidence.

Dulce raised both ears and imitated his face, laying with her chest on the bed while holding her head up with both her hands, her turquoise eyes beaming at her lover.

"Are you sure you wanna take that bet, champ?" she said, her tail twitching excitedly.

John nodded firmly, and extended a hand.

"Bet you a whole week of bed and breakfast that I can leave you exhausted and satisfied," he said, totally convinced in his chances.

Dulce laughed and reached up, shaking his hand as strongly as she could muster.

"Tell you what, if you can actually do that, you can keep me as your personal fuckdoll for a week," her voice and face radiated horny defiance, but she couldn't hide her excitement.

"However!" she said, raising a hand, "no magic, or tricks, or potions. Just raw natural endurance."

The handsome man grinned even more, if possible, and nodded in agreement.

"You got it cutie fuzzball, no magic of any kind, just my natural endurance," he grabbed her by her back and pulled her into his arms again, his nose touching hers as he stared into her eyes.

"Do we have a deal?" he asked sensually.

Dulce responded by giving him a long and lascivious kiss.

"Oh you got it big guy, show me what you're made of!" her excitement was palpable.

He placed her back on the bed and started removing his boots and trousers.

Dulce stared like a girl waiting for a sweetie, and she smiled when his cock dropped out in the open.

It was nice and meaty, and already deliciously chubby, she thought as she knelt on the bed, looking straight at her partner for the night.

This was going to be fun.

Just as John finished undressing, he posed for her with his hands on his sides, something the playful rabbitfolk rather enjoyed, as she did like her eye candy.

However, he raised a hand as if calling for her attention.

"Now, don't freak out, cotton tail, but I have something to show you," he said in a serious tone.

Dulce raised an ear, totally thrown off.

And as she stared at him, his body transformed.

It kept his general humanoid shape, but in a flash, it was covered by lustrous black scales. His head was now more like that of a dragon, with a pair of beautiful swooping horns on the back of his head and a smaller one on the top of his snout, somewhat like that of a rhinoceros.

His cock was pink and smooth, with no scales on it. The tip was tapered, almost like a spear, and it had three sets of ridges along the shaft. At the bottom, a bulbous knot pulsated, ready to plunge inside a willing partner and lock them in place, so they could be filled without mercy.

A long muscular tail twitched behind him and a pair of breathtaking bat-like wings spread from his back, framing his figure.

It reminded Dulce of a dragonborn, but slowly, her brain put two and two together.

She stayed there on the bed, staring at him with her eyes wide open, her face a mixture of shock with a filthy look of delight.

"Em... the dragon of the region," she managed to stutter in her state of surprise and arousal.

The dragon nodded while giving her a toothy smile.

"Yes, it's me," he said, extending his big clawed hand at her.

She placed her tiny hand on top of his, and it made her head spin to see how much bigger he was than her.

Dulce liked bigger partners, she had never made a secret of it. But this time she was somewhat concerned about him totally wrecking her.

And somehow, it made the situation hotter in her mind.

"Apologies for the deception, Dulce," he said, holding her hand gently. "It's troublesome to show my true self around town, as I hope you understand."

She nodded back at him, still too stunned to reply, but what little of her brain was working properly, agreed that announcing a dragon around town was probably not the best idea.

"Do you still want to go ahead?" he asked her with a cheeky smile.

Dulce's ears dropped, and she bit her lip while moving his huge hand over her silky chest fur.

"Are you kidding me?" she said salaciously. "Of course I'm in, fucking take me you hunk."

Obsidian blew a bit of steam from his nostrils at her, a horny purr escaping from his chest.

"Tell me, lovely, how do you like it?" he asked as he caressed and enjoyed her firm breasts and warm body.

Dulce licked his arm sensually, pressing his hand tighter against her.

"Wreck me you beast, I like it rough," she said, almost possessed by the need inside her.

The dragon giggled and started undoing her pants, helping her long and muscular legs out of them.

"You sure, cotton tail?" he asked while nuzzling her belly fur.

Dulce got on all fours in bed, offering her hungry holes while looking back at him with fire in her eyes.

"Did I fucking stutter, stud?" she said, wiggling her ass as her tail twitched. "If I can walk tomorrow, you haven't fucked me hard enough."

Obsidian growled, happy with the answer, as he pulled her towards the edge of the bed and rubbed the tapered tip of his burning cock against her pussy lips.

"As you wish, fluffy," he said with a sarcastic and salacious tone.

The cute rabbitfolk lass grabbed the bedsheets tightly and arched so much her back seemed about to break as Obsidian pushed his meaty phallus inside her.

He was by far the biggest partner she had taken, and her innards ached as they stretched for him, the tapered tip of his cock not giving them any other option but to surrender to him.

Dulce buried her head on the bed, groaning like an animal as his ridges slid inside her, a jolt of pain and pleasure shaking her with each one.

The dragon reached her cervix in no time due to his size compared to hers, and Obsidian stopped for a second to make sure she was comfortable with him inside.

"Don't... stop," she said between groans and moans. "Impale me, dammit!"

She couldn't see him with her face buried against the bed, but Obsidian had the face of someone that was really pleased with what they just heard.

With a brutal hip thrust, he pushed into her womb, her cervix proving no match for his throbbing manhood.

Dulce screamed into a pillow to not disturb the rest of the inn, as her body was wracked with pain and pleasure in equal measure.

"You're a total fucking masochist, aren't you, fluffy?" Obsidian said, pressing his knot against her pussy lips and grinding inside her womb, making her go insane with the overwhelming sensations.

She looked back at him, her eyes a plea for more as she panted, slack jawed and drooling like a mindless animal.

"What gave it away?" she managed to say with broken words and winces.

The purring coming from Obsidian intensified and as he started to thrust. One of his clawed hands firmly grabbed her ears and pulled them towards him, forcing her head back and getting such a slutty moan from Dulce that he couldn't help but laugh at it.

The dragon placed his other hand on her belly, holding her tight as she bulged from the oversized phallus inside her.

Utterly ravenous for her, Obsidian lowered his jaws towards her right shoulder and locked his maw around it, growling as he bit her just enough to dig his teeth in.

Dulce shamelessly orgasmed from the bite, her cute toes curling and her legs twitching as Obsidian lifted her from the bed and fucked her like a rag doll.

He pulled his mouth back from her and licked the bite mark on her body lovingly.

"Uff... sorry gorgeous, I can barely hold myself with you," he said, pressing her hard against him. "Holding out ok down there?"

Dulce twitched and spasmed again in his hands.

"Ha... harder," she babbled in between difficult breaths and whines.

Obsidian looked at her, utterly flabbergasted.

"Are you sure, cotton tail?" he said, holding her firm.

Dulce reached back and grabbed his lower jaw, her dexterous fingers caressing his sharp teeth.

"Harder!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

The dragon growled and dropped on the bed, Dulce crushed under him against the mattress.

He grabbed the sides of the bed, reaching for the frame, and pressed hard against the whimpering bunny under him.

His hips moved back as much as they could without pulling out of her, and with a brutal meaty slam he smashed his pelvis against hers.

What followed was a savage pounding, so hard the bed creaked and cried, visibly breaking and bending.

Dulce could do nothing but drool and groan under her lover, feeling that she was being turned into a mushy pile of flesh, fur and bones.

Obsidian kept increasing the rhythm for a few minutes, until he finally shoved his knot inside her, roaring triumphantly into a pillow to avoid shaking the whole building down.

Dulce was no longer there, her mind shattered into the deep recesses of her mind, before passing out completely like a piece of meat attached to Obsidian's cock.

She didn't know how long it took till she regained consciousness, but when she did, she found herself laying on top of Obsidian.

Obsidian's cock had relaxed and deflated, sliding out of her sore pussy, which was still dripping dragon cum on her thighs and his scales.

Everything hurt, she felt bruised and was sure she had dislocated something, but a happy and satisfied buzz filled her very being.

"That... was amazing," she managed to say with the voice of someone that just survived the beating of a lifetime.

Obsidian couldn't help but laugh while hugging her and wrapping her in his wings.

"You are fucking insane," he said, licking her face with his long, meaty tongue.

Dulce giggled and licked his tongue back, trying to roll to her side as she winced from her "beating."

"Best rough sex I've ever had," she said, kissing his chest, utterly enthralled by the experience. "Can't wait for round two."

He looked at her incredulously.

"Round two? I almost killed you!" he said with genuine shock.

Dulce gave him a crazy grin, her sore ears standing up.

"Do you have healing potions?" she asked him while playing with his nipples.

Obsidian blinked twice and threw his head back with a smile.

"Yes, I have a few," he said trying not to laugh, but obviously aroused.

The gorgeous rabbitfolk caressed his cock and rubbed against him sensually.

"Then pass me one, because yes, round two... of many," she said with fire in her eyes.

Obsidian attracted his bag with a spell, and passed her a potion from it.

Dulce gulped it down with imperious need.

"I am so keeping you, you nutter," he said to her, caressing her back.

She shot him a naughty look, feeling much better.

"What, I get no say in this?" she said with a playful tone.

The dragon pulled her closer to his face and kissed her.

"Nah, you'll find it hotter if I just take you home with me," he said, giving her a toothy smile.

Dulce placed a wrist on her face, making a dramatic desperation pose.

"Oh no! Kidnapped to a dragon's lair, fucked senselessly for days on end without escape!" she did her best acting for him. "What a horrible fate!"

Obsidian planted a passionate kiss on her muzzle, his tongue pushing so deep inside her that you could see the bulge on her slender throat.

Her ears dropped as she relaxed and enjoyed the crazy kiss, sucking his tongue as if deep throating him until he slowly retreated to let her breath.

"In all seriousness, I do want to take you home, you're going to love it there," he said, caressing her spine.

Dulce did a happy murr and rubbed her body against his warmth, her arousal coming back with a vengeance.

"Sounds like a blast handsome, be careful in case I don't leave," she said, her shining eyes an invitation to ravage her.

Obsidian used his big hands to spread her holes and drag her closer to his phallus.

"Oh, I'm counting on it, you perv," he said as he teased her little asshole with the tip of his cock.

She wiggled her hips slowly, pushing against his cock, her hands massaging her perky breasts to tease him.

"Aiming for my rear door, big guy? Aren't you a naughty boy," she said while giving him a wink and dropping one of her ears.

A shiver overtook Dulce's whole body as Obsidian shoved her down into the tip of his cock, a breathless scream of arousal got stuck in her throat.

"Time to show me what those hips can do, cotton tail," he said, squeezing her ass cheeks while digging his claws on her supple flesh.

Dulce needed no further encouragement, and shimmied down Obsidian's cock while shaking her hips. Her face made a dirty and silly expression as she enjoyed all the meat invading her little ass, much to the dragon's surprise.

"Are you made of rubber or something?" he said, purring as she bottomed out on top of his knot, shivering with her entire being.

"You didn't know?" she said as her hips started to bounce on the fleshy spear inside her.

Obsidian laughed and enjoyed her attention, his hands sliding up her sides, her fur as pleasantly warm and soft as a silken blouse.

Dulce tried to focus on fucking herself for her lover, but it was difficult to maintain the rhythm as every inch invading her insides was lashing her brain with pain and pleasure.

She noticed Obsidian's long tail slithering around her body, and it's tip coiling tightly around her neck.

Her eyes opened wide as he squeezed tight with it, choking her so hard her vision went dark for a second.

Dulce was wracked by a delicious orgasm, and she grabbed the tail with both hands, squeezing it as if her life depended on it.

"Mo... more," she managed to say with a broken breath.

Obsidian shook his head, still grinning side to side, and held her firmly by the hips as he tightened his tail around her neck again.

Dulce's eyes rolled back as her face contorted into a grimace of lewd joy. Her tongue hanging out as if she was nothing more than a dirty piece of meat.

The dragon assumed control of the situation and pummelled her ass with brutal thrusts, while also slamming her hips against his via his firm grip on her.

The gorgeous rabbitfolk bard was not really there any more, her mind had retreated so far into her lewd masochistic space that you'd need a miracle to retrieve her.

Not that Obsidian minded having her in this loose and doll like state, and continued to use her with abandon until, utterly possessed by his need, he shoved his knot into Dulce's ass, who gurgled incoherently as her body spasmed orgasming from the huge load filling her.

Once again, she passed out, flopping limply over the dragon's chest, who was panting in delight as he enjoyed their lovely afterglow.

Dulce felt like this time she was out for longer, and when she woke up, she found herself comfortable and safe in Obsidian's arms.

The dragon had used one of his wings as some kind of blanket, while resting her head on her forearm.

He was so warm and comfortable, Dulce was in no rush to move.

"How long was I out?" she asked him while nuzzling his chest.

Obsidian turned his head and smiled, squeezing her closer to him. Dulce noticed he smelled of roasted cinnamon and a warm fireplace, giving her nose a happy twitch.

"A fair bit, it's almost dawning," he said, giving her sweet kisses on her head.

Dulce tried to move closer, but her bottom half was so sore she winced just trying. She could still feel her holes slowly leaking dragon cum from the brutal fucking.

"You did say don't stop until you couldn't walk," he said, caressing her fluffy tail.

She gave him a thumbs up and nodded in approval.

"No complaints here, big guy," she said, with a look of stupid satisfaction on her face. "You might need to carry me around for a bit, though."

Obsidian chuckled for her.

"Well, you are mine for the week after all," he said, grinning.

Dulce gave him a smile so dirty that it could raise the dead.

"Looking forward to it!" she said, her ears perking up. "Though I suspect it's going to be longer than a week."

Obsidian gave her a toothy smile, his sharp teeth like rows of ivory in his jaws.

"You might need to give me breaks between rough fuckings, though," she said, looking at her sore bottom half. "Then again, death by dragon dick is an epic way to go!"

The dragon laughed loudly and hugged her close.

"You're fucking insane, Dulce," he said with a sweet and romantic smile. "I hope you really like it in the Lair and you stay longer than a week."

Dulce returned the smile and gently kissed his snout, snuggling against his neck as close as she could.

"We shall see big guy, looking forward to it," she said, allowing Obsidian's heartbeat to put her tired body to sleep again.

It wasn't long before she had moved into Obsidian's Lair, her songs, joy for life and barely contained lustfulness brining happiness to those around her.

But that's a story for another time.