Tango with a God

Written by half_pint

"Oh, no, sweets." Sev's voice and hands drop in disappointment before recovering. She leans in and admits, "Now, I'm not saying it won't happen, but unless you moonlight as a dino god of sex, it'll have to wait."
The bulky bull slowly turns a quizzical eyebrow toward Sev, asking a very clear question—what is wrong with you?
Not a troll for explaining herself twice, Sev shrugs her hands of the Tauren's bicep, leaving him to come up with his own answer to the question of her sanity.
Raising her chin to meet the sunlight twinkling through the leaves of the courtyard's blossoming trees, Sev sniffs at the remnants of Gonk's scent that lingers in her nostrils from their mental tango.
Mmm. His smell is like mead and leather on the back of the throat. Sev appreciates the power of the witch's illusion, but as she opens her eyes to focus on the companions she is with, she stops at the returning whisper.
"Disciples that bring me pleasure find themselves graciously rewarded. Obey, and find out for yourself," the whisper entices.
Sev halts mid step, opposite from the trio. Is this leftover magic playing its own tricks? Perhaps whatever spell she'd cast affected everyone more than she originally thought.
The sullen Tauren stands panting hard in a pattern that for most would be alarming. Next to him, two young elves crouch in a huddle together. The dark-haired one shakes free of what continues to hold on. They both seem equally shaken as the bull by what they saw.
Do Elves and Tauren even know the myths of Troll loa?
"How quickly you return to your doubts." Gonk's voice no longer floats on memory, it now pounds from within her skull. "My little priestess, you will learn to listen. And you will learn to enjoy it."
Sev shakes her hair—like a horse shaking its tail to bat away a bothersome fly, and about as successful in driving away the pestering sound. Gonk's raspy raptor chuckle taunts her until she finally gives in to the reality that she was stuck with this particular voice.
"Oh, alright." Giving in—for the moment—Sev tosses the off-hand acceptance toward the loa from her childhood and approaches the group.
As she comes to stand next to the Tauren, one of the elves attempts a joke and introduces himself, "Hi, my name’s Kinzin Netherlight and I’m a Void Elf Paladin."
As the silence permeates the space between them, Sev closes her eyes from her pending exhaustion and emphatically sighs, "Shit."