Blackfeather Woods the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out

Shego's composure snapped like a bow string, venomous words spilling forth from her mouth. Lakhesis remained where she was as the other witch drew forward, a smile dancing on her lips but withholding the urge to let out a laugh. Atropos' temper was a fickle thing, dangerous to toy with as this wolf had unknowingly done. Even Lakhesis was startled by the display, but not surprised, used to Shego's outbursts as she was. She herself was prone to such anger, though it was often more quiet, calculating.

Her hackles bristled as the man joked, though her expression remained amicable. He quickly retorted, having no need to have anything proven to him, but that was not his choice now. Lakhesis' gaze, alight with excitement, flicked to her sister. "Does he wish to know how long his thread is?" she chirped cheerfully, stalking closer to the unnerved male, pale eyes focused on him once again. "Surely you'd like to know!"