Karla should probably not have such a wide grin right now, but she couldn't help it. Nor did she altogether want to. Warren was dreamy when he was riled and doubly-so when he was using Kaeleeran threats to make his point.
"He was really trained by Yaslana?" an older Eyrien male asked. He'd thus far been silent, deferring to the younger male who's caste and Jewel outranked him, but he spoke with the quiet authority of one who was used to obedience.
"For several years," Karla replied smugly. "He also serves in the Second Circle of the Dark Court."
The older Eyrien nodded. "Which means if we let Kalavar continue to piss around, we could be looking at both a pissed-off Yaslana and a pissed-off Witch?"
"And a pissed-off Ebon-gray Queen who happens to be standing right here in front of you," Karla added. "And who also trained with Lucivar. Though if you'd like to debate my right to carry sticks..." She called in hers, bringing them up in a guard position. And grinned. "Do try. I'm feeling a little aggravated right now as it is."
He mumbled something in Eyrien, which Karla could roughly translate to, 'Mother Night save me from witches with their tits in a twist' before calling over to the Opal Prince.
"Put your cock away, Kalavar, and let these people go. If they're lying, they can take it up with Yaslana later."
"But Pryovar--!"
"Now, boy. Or you can hie your ass up to Ebon Askavi and explain to the Dark Throne why you stood in the way of her Court."
"Maybe you won't actually see Jaenelle," Karla called, encouragingly. "You might just end up talking to Uncle Saetan for a bit. I'm sure the High Lord of Hell would just love to hear your bullshit."
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"He was really trained by Yaslana?" an older Eyrien male asked. He'd thus far been silent, deferring to the younger male who's caste and Jewel outranked him, but he spoke with the quiet authority of one who was used to obedience.
"For several years," Karla replied smugly. "He also serves in the Second Circle of the Dark Court."
The older Eyrien nodded. "Which means if we let Kalavar continue to piss around, we could be looking at both a pissed-off Yaslana and a pissed-off Witch?"
"And a pissed-off Ebon-gray Queen who happens to be standing right here in front of you," Karla added. "And who also trained with Lucivar. Though if you'd like to debate my right to carry sticks..." She called in hers, bringing them up in a guard position. And grinned. "Do try. I'm feeling a little aggravated right now as it is."
He mumbled something in Eyrien, which Karla could roughly translate to, 'Mother Night save me from witches with their tits in a twist' before calling over to the Opal Prince.
"Put your cock away, Kalavar, and let these people go. If they're lying, they can take it up with Yaslana later."
"But Pryovar--!"
"Now, boy. Or you can hie your ass up to Ebon Askavi and explain to the Dark Throne why you stood in the way of her Court."
"Maybe you won't actually see Jaenelle," Karla called, encouragingly. "You might just end up talking to Uncle Saetan for a bit. I'm sure the High Lord of Hell would just love to hear your bullshit."