"... Uutrai–"
"Now, Treeda. While I'm patiently restraining myself for the sake of our daughter."
"Our daughter?!" Treeda's ferocious fury flipped into vengeful curiosity.
"What have you done here, Zelsh? You were rejected long ago! You've your own wife and children now. How dare you come here with the intention–"
"ENOUGH, I SAID!"
Uutrai was suddenly standing in the air, eye level with his draconic wife.
"Before I must strike my own wife, disperse your essence! This is no way to treat the honored guests of the clan chief!"
That stomach-churning miasma grew thicker and thicker by the second. With Uutrai so close to his wife, their essence coats came into contact the next second.
However, it was no clash… No matter how Oli thought about the jarring scene, Oli's instincts were screaming one thing. That something wasn't right. That, should either person take things one step further, there was only one clear victor. That it wouldn't be a battle at all.
