After the rather rude awakening as well storming of her forge by 2 rather rude customers in middle of the night. Celreera Could only smile as she only could hear the soft popping of the magical flame in her forge as she swept the floor. The rhythmical sound of swapping and cracking of fire was interrupted by a muffled scream or gurgle from of her lower body, sure it was probably not pleasant being digested alive but Celreera wished they could be quieter. Slowly swapping the clothes together she couldn’t help it and lick her lips, enjoying the after taste of her fellow sin'dorei as she swept the clothes on the floor right into her open furnace, sure devouring her own kind would be properly one way ticket to lose her head but it feels too good to drop her smile after a long rant about her being merged with a hawstrider mount. The only good thing about living out the eversong forest not many guards and if anyone hear the screams they will arrive in the morning, which gives her flame and gut long time to erase any trace of her customers.

So went and and got the image colored.

A wonderful commission from  Wolfy

Celreera mine

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