Ka'ra paused, her instincts urging her to retreat, but curiosity pulled her closer.
Across from them sat another figure—a human woman with short white hair that obscured half her face. She exuded a dangerous aura, her presence as sharp as a blade. Ka'ra's stomach twisted; something about this woman felt wrong, like a storm waiting to break. She kept her distance, choosing to linger in the shadows and observe.
"Ka'ra, darling, don't just stand there like a dummy!" Rilith's voice was a playful lilt, cutting through the air. She patted the cushioned chair beside her, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Come, join us. We don't bite… unless you ask nicely."
Velara giggled, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, Rilith, you'll scare her off before we even get to know her! Ka'ra, come sit. We're just having a little fun."
Ka'ra hesitated, her fingers brushing the necklace at her throat, which gave her courage to face these kind of situations.
