Bela: We are not doing that.

Daniela: [Nodding her head] Mistlefoe.

“Mother,” Bela moaned weakly. Sweat was dotting her pale face, blonde hair sticking to tacky flushed cheeks. Her head leaned heavily against Alcina’s side, her body desperate to soak up her mother’s warm feelings instead of all the other sharp emotions bristling throughout the old chapel. “Mama…”

Alcina stroked gentle dragon claws through Bela’s damp hair. “Shh, shh,” she murmured. “It won’t last much longer. Here, lay your head in my lap. Rest.”

Bela obeyed, reclining on the bench so she could rest her head on Alcina’s lap. Her breathing, hot and harsh, was muffled only slightly. Alcina swept a giant wing around her, as though she were trying to block her empathy was connect with the other avians in the room.

Up at the front, Mother Miranda looked disappointed and annoyed.

“She shouldn’t have come if she was going to act like this,” the eight-winged raven said.

“She probably didn’t expect it to be so bad,” Heisenberg said, jumping to defend his niece.

“Then she is a pitiful excuse for an empath.”

Alcina let out a dragon’s growl, but was unable to speak up against her priestess. Beneath her wing, Bela shivered, assaulted by her sudden flash of anger.

“Mama,” Bela wept, empathetic fever flaring, claws clenching at her dress, wings twitching sporadically.

“I’m right here, baby,” Alcina said to her. “Close your eyes and try to sleep. It won’t be much longer.”

dani isnt influencing her rhiannon was always a chaotic mess

Cassandra: I found out I might like being a power bottom.

Bela: I don't even know what that means.

Daniela: Nothing like getting choked out to make you see heaven.

Bela: Peace and quiet.

Daniela: Yeah! We have fun, right Bela?!

*Both sisters look at Bela*