It has to be more than jealousy
"You really do need to calm down sister."
Vanessa spoke calmly and it was pissing Ester off. The sisters were sitting outside enjoying a native dance from their homelands. Four women performed it before them and a casual onlooker would consider it rather salacious but for the sisters it was relaxing and comforting.
The women's hips swayed and rotated as their torsos rolled up and down in long flowing motions. Their hands reached out before, above, and to the sides of them, undulating like waves of water rolling to shore. They were dressed in braletts, made of shimmering materials, and skirts made of long stripps of gem studded silk. With each sway of their hips the gems hit each other and made soft chiming sounds. Their feet were bare but they had anklets of gems matching those on their skirts.
