Sylvie watched the scene unfold from her seat, her [Authority] pulsing faintly in the background, highlighting the emotional hues radiating from Irina. She had sensed the fiery energy from the moment Irina stepped forward to intervene, but now, the emotions were sharper, more defined, and impossible to ignore.
At first, it was the familiar hues she associated with Irina—red, bright and blazing, her unmistakable anger. It burned fiercely, matching her sharp words and confident stride as she cut through the chatter surrounding Astron. But there was more, another color swirling just beneath the surface, faint yet vibrant.
'Pink.'
Sylvie's chest tightened as she recognized it. Love. Irina wasn't just irritated or protective—there was something deeper there, something undeniable. It wasn't fleeting or shallow; it was rooted, steady, and intense. And that wasn't all.
'Purple.'
