"I thought I told you the alliance was over now that all of this has passed," Plaguebringer snaps.
"I'm aware." A dragon sits across from her, scales a dark purple, almost black, oozing shadows as two eyes stare into the other dragon's.
"Then why are you here?"
Shadowbinder takes a moment to choose her words, a sinisterly coy smile on her face.
"Perhaps I just want to talk to you."
"You of all dragons would know how I feel about that."
"And you of all dragons would know that I would try and change that." An almost dangerous flash lights up in the back of her eyes. "Or are you too dense to figure that out?"
Plaguebringer chokes a little at the insult before angrily swishing her tail.
"Excuse me?"
"Now, now, you should really learn to control your temper, dear. Though, I have to admit, angry does look good on you. ... But you're angry all the time, aren't you?"
"Okay, what point are you trying to get at? Do you want an exalt or two?" The Plaguebringer's patience was, in fact, wearing thin.
She laughs.
"Nonsense. I've already told you, I just want to talk."
"Yes, as we've been doing."
"Oh, please. You know, I believe our alliance worked quite well, don't you?"
"... Well, yes, I suppose."
Shadowbinder mocks a gasp.
"Why, did you just... Agree with me?!"
"You're despicable."
"You're quite noxious yourself."
AND THEN THEY FUCKED.