Yatrel er Goltbred stood before the imposing gates of the Yecine estate. It had been years since she had a good reason to visit herself. Her mint eyes narrowed with determination. The doorman, recognizing her and that look, visibly paled.
"My lady, I—"
"Save it. You already warned me last time."
Yatrel cut him off with a sharp voice before stepping past him. A layer of Earth coated her fist as she bent toward the floor. Her arm reared back and she sucked in a breath before throwing a single strike on the massive wooden doors with a force that belied her elegant appearance.
The sound echoed through the entire estate. Alarmed glances were shared by servants and annoyed ones by the oldest of the Yecine members. Such a thing did happen every now and then! The door creaked open to reveal a startled young elder - it wasn't Anper, but one of similar standing whom she had met through her husband.
"Dame Goltbred - to what do we owe this... unexpected visit?"
