“White One.” Lysera spoke, drawing the robed Isiri’s attention away from where, Lysera realised, Tryi was still pounding her toy into submission, “Your services will be needed soon.”
The White One raised one delicate pale eyebrow and looked towards the marine and her two would be suitors, her lips curling into the faintest hint of a smile, “So it would seem.”
The two stood, teeth bared and eyes almost glowing with rage, each one trying to intimidate the other into backing down through display and posturing, but they were equally matched and the prize in question was far too valuable for either to simply give up at this point.
