We're So Fancy

"Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'

Svetlana would blink as she heard the summoning howl. It wasn’t necessarily an order, but it seemed that Arivae had noticed that she was out and about. Seeing the other woman could certainly quell some fears she hoped. The easiest way to get knowledge of something was to talk it out, and she was truly hoping there had merely been a misunderstanding at the meeting. Svetlana didn’t want to make any enemies, and, with a bit of worry in her heart, she’d set off for Arivae’s den.

When she arrived she would hesitate. What if the other femme would blatantly tell her off? She hadn’t exactly been the kindest... Glaring at her at the meeting without even first hearing her side of the story. Svet would breathe out. Here went something.

“Arivae?”