Selene, at the far end of the table, let out a delighted giggle, her golden eyes twinkling with amusement as she leaned forward, a smear of honey still on her fork. "Oh my, what do we have here?" she asked, her voice rich with playful curiosity. She tilted her head, her silver-black hair catching the light as she grinned at her son. "A priestess, you say? My, my, Arkanos, you do keep things interesting."
Illena, seated to Arkanos's right, blinked in confusion, her silver-green hair falling over one shoulder as she set down her fork. Her yellow eyes darted between Sephira and Arkanos, a faint furrow creasing her brow. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "What priestess?"
