i dont think gale is often mean. in any capacity, big or small. he's a gentle man, perverse at times - but gentle. the times he is mean though, he's nearly always pushing you to your limits.
it is a little mean to keep you like this. spread out in his lap with your robe pushed up to your waist. one arm secure around your waist, the other palm pushed against your sex. the warm pulse of your cunt excites him more than he's willing to admit. real and physical, your cheeks flush with embarrassment. he's a strict teacher, he'll remind you often. you wanted to learn the weave with him, so he expects you to take it seriously.
but this is a little cruel, even he can admit. chin tucked against your shoulder, fingers curled against soft walls. you're dripping and sticky, he can feel the way you pant so helplessly. your voice is no less than a tremble now, trying to recite the words of arcane magic you know so little of.
"keep reading," he tests, and then fucks his fingers into you with all the expectation in the world. he even clicks his teeth, makes a show of your shame "these are still very simple lessons. if you can't keep up with this, what will you do later?"
he knows the words wont reach you. but that's quite alright. the longer he can keep you in this needy state, the more pleased he finds himself. you're a beautiful thing when you go limp and helpless against him. not mean, really. but not very kind, either.
✨A gentle lamb bleats in a single call, sweetly, meekly. The wind carries its voice through the fluttering of leaves and over mountain tops, across meadows where baby deer dwell under the shadow of their mothers.
Precious lambs you are, Sweet whispers...✨
[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Two beautiful dark skinned sisters who are twins are seen looking softly at the viewer, resting in a meadow like area. They are wearing long white dresses. with short puffy sleeves on their shoulders. One sister relaxes her head on her sister's lap while the other supports her sisters head. A little baby lamb also lay beside the twins, one ear up while the other ear is down. The lamb's white wool almost blends into the white dress's the sisters are wearing. In the background,the sky is a soft shade of baby blue, no clouds are visible. And there is a mountain in the background that stretches to both sides of the picture and a few trees at a distance.]
A 'post-trod' scenario where Narinder gets cursed after a slip up on a crusade (death erasure is no longer a permanent threat because of plot secrets I won't spoil :P )
The Lamb can't go get the necessary crystals to cure him so Kallamar is sent instead so Lambert can focus on keeping Nari from eating/attacking people