Starfall Keep hummed like a beehive as Bethiv led us from the council room. Luke slipped away before I could catch his eye, vanishing into the aether in a sudden puff of stars that left the air tasting of ozone and cold magic. I folded my arms, my tail giving a restless, agitated flick. A prickly sensation rose in my chest—why did he have to be so comfortable using Haven to move around? This was supposed to be my realm.
A heavy arm draped over my shoulders, making me jump slightly. Korra's laughter echoed against the high stone walls as she pulled me into a lopsided side-hug. Before I could regain my balance, R'lissea reached out and took my other hand, steadying me between the two.
"You don't have to pout, Xiviyah. He's just going to prepare his horde for the move," R'lissea teased, her voice humming with soft amusement.
"P-pout?" I stammered, my cheeks warming. I was overly conscious of my tail twitching. "But he didn't… I mean, I didn't even get to, um, you know..."
