"Oh dear," Amyra let out in a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"H-how? When? What is....this...?" Ilsandra asked with a disgusted shock.
"Does your face make any other emotion? I'm just asking before you lob questions at me with such a sour expression." Azier challenged sternly.
"That's what you have to say? You're the one with...what is that?" Ilsandra demanded.
"I believe this conversation is too heated to have currently." Zephyra stated logically and looked between the two with her cool, purple eyes. "You two should stop talking momentarily to one another, and talk to me instead."
Both Azier and Ilsandra stared daggers at each other, but neither of them challenged the foreboding swords woman.
"Very good." Zephyra paused and looked to the handsome prince with her usual stone gaze. "Now. Explain this, please. What have you done to yourself?"
