Whether or not any good would come from this little chat remained to be seen. It seemed she had captivated her ivory companions attention for the time being as malice gleams in her mismatched gaze, her perpetual smirk firmly in place. Questions would fill her silver ears, the woman speaking of not one, but two russet whores. A brow would lift in her own curiosity. It seemed she had her own list of adversaries that she wish to watch fall at her paws. But what was more interesting, is that she described the object of her own plans perfectly. One eye, and a russet whore. It would seem that the tyrant beside her had been the one to steal her throne from the grasp of the russet queen.
"Well, it seems we share something in common. You should have taken more than just her eye." She would purr. "Her precious husband, as incompetent as he is, is undoubtedly a soft spot that I intend to exploit." She didn't doubt for one minute that the fallen queen beside her would take an interest to the potential bloodshed. "But do tell, my dear, what Covari coward do you speak of?" Her silver crown tipped fractionally to her left, a singular brow lifting in question. She only knew of one russet woman in Covari, and the title of coward did not suite her.
The desire for battle hangs between them, a common ground that they can both share, whether it be to benefit one another, or not, it remained to be seen. It seemed war had been on the horizon while she was away, she could only hope that war would once again be on the horizon. Her horizon. It was time to plaster her name across all of Alacritia.