Northstar Vale My Rotten Spirit Of Black

“Oh, really?” now she was being rude; but she did not care enough to actually change her attitude. She did not like to be followed, or have the slightest feeling of being followed, and that’s that. The grey female was not going to atone for it.
 
“Why did you not show up when I asked? You could have excused yourself then.” Golden gaze fixed on the other’s red one. A mesmerizing red, if she were true to herself; the red orbs were the first thing she noticed about the image in front of her. The shadow lurker was much shorter; and she finally figured why she escaped her burning gold gaze.

“What are you doing here, if you aren’t following me?” This was a rather obvious question; she was however relieved she wasn’t being followed.