Golden Glade Hells Angels

As her Queen came foward Shalon gave a dep bow, showing her respect and subservice. "My Queen. I had no desire to trouble you. However the male, Onai, claims to know you. He says..." She paused for a moment, clearing her throat, "He says, he knows you from before your time in the Teekon." Shalon stole a moment to look between the two. They looked nothing a like, and yet from the expression on the pale queens maw Shalon had a dreading feeling that her previous assumptions had proven true. With a deep breath she looked at the Queen, "I take it you knew him once." It was a statement, not a question, as she could clearly see the recognition on the other woman's face. She took a small step between the two, hoping to reassure Aspen that he wouldn't hurt her, and if he tried he would have to go through Shalon first. "He has assured me that he wishes you no harm." She wasn't sure what would happen now, but maybe a nice friendly chat? Shalon seriously doubted it, but none-the-less she stood her ground, making it apparent to both Onai and Aspen that she wasn't going anywhere. No matter what either of them said. Her gaze shifted slowly between the two waiting to see who would make the first move.