“We came...”
“...through the door” They spoke in turns as they both arrived at the table, their waltzed tour of the room coming to a perfectly coordinated close.
“They're bloody trouble,” said Raven, “That's who they are.”
“We are...”
“... who we are.” The auburn girl reached for the peacock feathers. “We will...”
“...take these?”
“You will not” Raven slapped her hand away.
For a moment her back arched, her eyes narrowed and a deep hiss escaped through bared teeth. “Careful, man creature...”
“...we have not yet played today.”
