Aramina slowed her advance only after taking three measured steps beyond Ezra, the hovering board gliding to a halt without so much as a whisper.
The distance between the two Constellations was neither intimate nor hostile, but precisely balanced—as though determined by customs that had long since become instinct among beings of their stature.
For several heartbeats, neither spoke.
Then Aramina inclined her head ever so slightly.
"You must be pleased to make my acquaintance, yes? Lysara" says Aramina in a playful tone.
Ezra commits the name to memory.
Lysara.
Another Constellation whose authority clearly rivaled Aramina's own.
Neither woman displayed the slightest trace of hostility, yet the air between them possessed an indescribable tension
"Are you trying to disgust me?" Lysara replies in a similarly teasing tone. "Because I must confess, it's profoundly effective"
