Set right before the fall of the house Do'Urden
She didn't love nothing. She didn't have any idea what that was, love. She didn't even want to know. Or, would have wanted to, if she had known that the word existed... To be correct: If it had existed. It just didn't. Not in her language.
There was no word like "Love". This seemingly so very immanent glue that made lovers, families, whole communities stick together just wasn't needed where she lived... It wasn't even an option to her people.
Lovers didn't need this feeling, because there just weren't any. No doubt that drow could appreciate the pleasures of sex (at least, if they didn't get too hurt), but... yeah. Sex. That was about it.
Families didn't need this feeling, either. "Sibling rivalry" wasn't something nice among them. It meant some dead people, in one or another way.
Menzoberranzan didn't need it at all. They didn't leave the city because, if they would leave: How to achieve a higher position, in which one could dominate more people?
So she surely didn't love. Of course not.
At least a filthy male.
No.
So then why was it so hard to see this spirit wraith hunting her little brother down? She didn't know it, couldn't understand. Didn't want to understand. Would never understand.
Drizzt was to die.
If not, all of them would.
But still...
She thought back, back to the days she had had to look after him in the chapel. Wondered.
And worried.
What, just what was this strange feeling that made her, if not wish that he would escape, at least wish him a light and fast death?