Chapter 24: Uh Oh (2)
"Ah-ah yes...of course who wouldn't like feet..." The emerald-eyed warrior battered her eyes away, even with the four hundreds of years in the battlefield she could not stomach the slight disgust for her second eldest.
"The glossiness of a fridged feet, coated in frost and glitters of snowflakes...truly a desert you wouldn't find even at the sweetest bakeries in the Kingdoms of Pixies." Drumming up all the flowery words in her dictionary, the slit-eyed noble bowed with sincerity.
"Very good. I'm glad we're connoisseurs for aspiring something far greater than us." As if expecting nothing but agreements, the second eldest sister nodded, her smiling eyes matching of an innocent pixy.
The room grew quieter, the clacks of the marbled floor echoing the nervousness of their hearts, as they watched the video of the dragon and the witch, unbothered by the gravity of their discussion. The popcorns grew stale and the tea cold as the tension grew thick in the room.
The awkwardness of the room was palpable as the dragons continued their banter about the human body parts they found most appealing, an odd yet surprisingly effective way to ease the tension that hung in the air as a result of a selfish 'connoisseur'. Afina, ironically after asserting her love for feet, didn't mind the conversation. It was a pleasant discussion that would bring their tyrant father to shame, but it was their way of coping with the bygone dread that was the Great War.
"Ah, Alice contacted us!" The ashen eyed mage, Yasen, announced suddenly, breaking the perverted discussion with the abruptness of a popcorn kernel bursting in the microwave.
"Very good. Let us brief the situation immediately." A wave of seriousness washed over the room, the dragons setting aside their snacks and straightening their postures as ashen eyed sorcerer closed her eyes, telegraphing with the hero that brought the demon king's head.
To her surprise, however, all she heard from her linked mind with Alice was the passing gales that were knives to the scaled ears, and the icy manas that dripped like glacial meltwater from the sorcerer's fingertips. Yasen's eyes frowned, before the hero suddenly froze.
Alice was flying mid-air, her eyes snapped open as she felt the sudden intrusion of Yasen's telepathic message. Smirking, with the ease of a diplomat that faced the dragon queen, she turned around towards Yasen's direction, her lips mouthing a line of dialogue, as a creepy echo reverberated through the link.
Yasen tilted her head, as she opened her eyes and met her fellow elders' curious gazes.
"Watch your head, she said." Yasen deciphered the message, her frown deepening into a scowl as she relayed the words to her sisters.