Originally, Zora hadn't intended to deal with Luna here.
But since Luna had practically delivered herself…
Well—why waste such a lovely opportunity?
Black and White exchanged glances, their fluffy eyes sparkling. Their master was about to put on a show.
Zora," Luna finally called out, dropping all pretenses, voice soaked in arrogance. "Let's see who protects you now!"
She couldn't hide her glee. She couldn't contain it.
The thought of Zora kneeling before her in terror sent a thrill down her spine.
Zora turned slowly. Graceful and Unhurried.
A smile, cold and curved like a knife, blossomed across her face.
"My life," she said lightly, "has never needed anyone's protection."
Luna's smirk faltered.
For a brief second—just a breath—she scanned the treeline.
Was someone there? Hidden? Watching?
But no matter how she searched, she found nothing.
