High Priestess Jenna's fingers tightened slightly around the folds of her robe as she forced a calm, composed expression back onto her face. Inside, however, her chest tightened with unease.
Her lips curved faintly into a polite smile as she spoke.
"Of course, High Priestess Lumine… please, come in."
Evaya, standing just behind Jenna, leaned forward subtly and whispered, just low enough for Jenna to hear.
"Mask your emotions, High Priestess. Someone like her… will use any weakness she sees."
Jenna's gaze didn't waver, but the tension in her shoulders betrayed her mood.
She gave the slightest of nods, acknowledging Evaya's warning, yet the moment her eyes met Lumine's sharp, knowing stare, she realized it was already too late.
High Priestess Lumine's soft, lilting voice broke the silence, carrying a sweetness that somehow felt like a blade.
