"I understand we have a common enemy," Kalique opens with a confident lift of her chin, which belies the cold pit settling in her stomach.
"That does not mean we share a common goal," Morkenin replies, her threat as clear as the diamonds sparkling in her black intricate array of midnight braids. Flickering akin to the light of her flashing blue eyes, she is draped in a glacial blue sheath, over which floats a fine silken net cascading from her brow and down her limbs, splashing about her feet like pristine waterfalls. Ice sickles of iridescent pearls rope her arms and chest like a chilly breast plate, while her fingers and bare feet are tipped with long, sharp, silver nails.
For her part, Kalique wears a delicate net of creamy white petals, the heart of each flower a blood red ruby ringed with cerise garnet, the whole effect that of a hundred eyes watching in all directions, the gold of her long gown glimmering between. Rubies and garnets flashed from the coils of her rich brown hair, a single, large garnet ringed with golden beads resting above her breasts.
"Drawing Jupiter Jones into your web did not proceed as planned." Morkenin shows no surprise, but she finds herself reevaluating this Entitled child as more clever than she deemed. She might yet prove as ruthless as Seraphi had once been. Instead, she offers the barest shrug, setting her pearls swaying.
"She missed her appointment at the courts. I am within my rights to set a suite against Abrasax after all."
"Money is not our concern, yours or mine, cousin." Kalique lays stress upon that final word, for they are indeed cousins, of a sort. "You requested this meeting. Speak plainly." Morkenin nods her assent, and turns to face Kalique.
"This recurrence of yours is meddlesome. She threatens the order of the universe."
"In this, we may find agreement."
"And yet?" Morkenin drives home, hearing the hesitation underlying Kalique's assent.
"She remains an Abrasax, by law, and by heritage."
"And you find it difficult to move against her?" Morkenin watches Kalique with a predatory gaze, seeking the true depth of her feelings.
"I have yet to determine the extent of the threat. But," Kalique raises a finger against Morkenin's implied direction, "I have not ruled out any possibility."
"So you wait?"
"I watch." Morkenin nods, once, and turns away.
"We will meet again." And she shimmers from view as she walks from their shared vision.