"Where've you been, little cloud? Did your legs forget the way home?
... Or were they busy… wrapped around something useful for once?"
"…"
Ning Xue inhaled slowly, contemplating the sweet release of combustion.
Of all the days for Velkhara to go full witch-aunt-on-wine, it had to be today.
And unfortunately… this time the jab landed a little too personal.
Velkhara's head tilted.
"Oh?" she said, eyes narrowing with glee. "Is that blush guilt? Or just the leftover heat from whatever demon you tangled with?"
It was a demon, in fact.
Velkhara stepped closer, folding her arms as the crow rustled its wings like parchment catching fire.
"Are you ignoring me now?" she added. "I've killed people for less aggression."
"I—I was flying," Ning Xue muttered, stiff-backed, tone overly formal.
Velkhara blinked, once.
"Flying?" she echoed, lips curling with disdain. "That's what you're going with?Flying?"
She exhaled the way one might after stepping barefoot in disappointment.
