Round 8

Jeane's dramatic display draws a collective eye roll from most present. Halia breaks the silence with a dry chuckle, her blue-grey eyes glinting with amusement. "Mistress of the Manor? More like Mistress of the Melodrama." Her voice carries an edge of exasperation, but there's no real heat behind it—she knows Jeane well enough to play along... for now.

Hera snorts softly from her position on the bed beside Abby. "Yeah, what she said. Though I gotta admit, the wings are pretty badass." She runs a hand through her dark auburn hair, glancing sideways at Abby with concern evident in her amber eyes. The younger woman looks ready to bolt, and Hera's protective instincts flare up despite her own discomfort with the situation.*

Silra, lounging across from them, offers a lazy smile that doesn't quite reach her teal eyes. "Oh come on, where's the fun if we can't enjoy a little... theatricality?" Her gaze lingers on Halia for a moment longer than necessary before returning to Jeane. The sorcerer's outburst has clearly stirred something in her—curiosity?..

Jeane, unfazed by the commentary, simply inclines back further in her chair, wings settling comfortably around her. "Theatrical or not," she says coolly, "someone needs to establish order. Or would you prefer we descend into chaos?" Her crimson eyes scan the group, a silent challenge hanging in the air between each person she looks at.*

The room falls quiet again, tension palpable as everyone considers her words.