Amyra stared out the window with a flat grimace on her face as she watched the rain weep down the pane of the glass. The full moon usually made the teardrops glisten beautifully, but tonight it just illuminated them and reflected her own mood.
She felt like a child who had been sent to her room because mommy didn't like what she had to say. All that mattered in her eyes was that she was "right" on the subject - if they just faked or even injured the soft human, they could summon Azier back home.
To her, the plan had been flawless in her head...but now that she thought about it - maybe she had been too quick to suggest it because of a wee bit of spite she held for the mortal.
...Alright...more than a wee bit of spite.
Azrianna had called her out correctly - as had Sera. She was jealous. She was envious in all ways possible, and the fire that burned a hole in her soul only seemed to scorch her, and no one else.
