"Welcome back, Labra, it's good to see you again." Naiha, the primordial witch of black said, her tone not expressing the 'joy' she felt in her heart.
"Save it, Naiha, we both know that is not what is in that black heart of yours." Labra said disdainfully. Both of them locked gazes for a few seconds, then broke it and focused on their meeting. Their personal history could always wait.
"I'm sure you two have some things to settle, but in the meantime, why don't we channel all that extra energy towards the issue at hand?" The primordial dame of white, Helga, said. Out of all of them, she was the oldest, so her words carried some weight.
"Hmph… I don't see Veronica, where is she?" Labra asked, relaxing her expression as she took a sip of the tea in front of her on the table.
