"Hell is holding its Centural Gala!" Elara squealed, spinning mid-air like a toddler on too much sugar, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles might've cracked under the pressure.
Rose blinked, staring at her like Elara had just declared war on the entire celestial kingdom. "You have to be kidding me!" she blurted, eyes wide in mock astonishment.
Elara froze, her wings flapping erratically like a broken fan. She squinted down at Rose, the realization dawning slowly, "Wait... you're not actually excited, are you?"
Rose stifled a groan. She hadn't signed up for this level of enthusiasm. "Oh, I'm totally thrilled," she deadpanned, rolling her eyes so hard she almost saw the back of her skull.
Elara's wings drooped slightly as she landed beside Rose on the branch. She slouched, crossing her arms like she was auditioning for the role of "Moody Princess #3."
