The frustration that had been banked after the spar with Kaelen had proven to be a smoldering ember, easily fanned back into a restless, consuming fire. Pacing the length of her opulent chambers within the Leclair estate, Eltreth felt the walls closing in. The memory of her defeat, followed by the infuriating stalemate with Khione, was a cycle of agitation she couldn't break. She needed a distraction, a return to a world where she held sway, where things were simple and beautiful. She needed her friend.
A single, terse message was sent. Within the hour, Azalea stood at her door.
