Round 46

The room's atmosphere shifted subtly as Hera moved closer to the door, her amber eyes never leaving Jeane's face. The magical energy visible only to certain sensitives pulsed more insistently between the two women, responding to the sudden tension.

"Something unnatural happened here last night," Hera said flatly, her voice carrying a weight that belied her calm delivery. "Silra's not herself—you must have noticed that." She gestured toward where the elf stood, looking disoriented and uncomfortable.

Jeane's wings unfurled with deliberate slowness, each leathery surface catching what little light filtered through the room's heavy curtains. Her crimson eyes gleamed with barely contained fury as she spoke, her voice a low purr that somehow managed to be more menacing than a shout would have been.

"Oh yes," she hissed, taking a step forward that brought her closer to Hera despite the other woman's retreat toward the door. "Something unnatural indeed. But tell me, my dear Hera—just what exactly do you think I did? And more importantly, why do you care so much about Silra's... condition?"