Blackfeather Woods i'm in a pressure today

few things had such an  unsettingly crisp taste as the taste of defeat or folly; already averna had clutched the stick, and thus dashed astara's hopes of recapture. she flickered a gaze towards her doppleganger, who was nearly upon them and now shared the burden of their defeat.

she would not be quelled so easily -- with a growl she sprung into action after her darting sister, who had a significant headstart. astara remained undaunted in the face of such sure drubbing. there sat in her gaze conquest, and she doubled down after averna with terrific fury.