Jasmin had never really been afraid of things. As heir the domain itself supported her so her house was always free of pest and other generally scary critters. Her only moment of terror had been facing down two stewards in the frozen north, and that had been sheer survivalistic panic. What she hadn't really felt was this soft dread, an instinctual primal feeling that she was nothing more than pray, despite her great power and status.
It might have been the fact that the earthen black glass starburst on the unnecessary sharp edge of the girls' short blades.
School uniforms were also didn't look that sinister when others wore them. The skirt and vest weren't supposed to look so cold and distant. This was the girl who had spent her training on the actual battle fields, the swarming chaos of the monster tides.
Jasmin felt that Ivy had never looked sexier in all the time she had known her.
