As usual, the night air at the top of the Sky Piercer was cold enough to make Aegis's nipples hard. But unusually, the ambient aether up here was potent enough to make her skin tingle. Aegis felt like she'd chugged down three energy drinks.
She sat beside Rosanna, legs dangling over the edge, a bottle of spectral wine between them. Naturally, as soon as they both realized how strong the aether was tonight, Rosanna sent Aegis back down and had her go grab some wine. Now, they drank together as Rosevale sprawled below, a mess of flickering lights.
"And then," Rosanna said, swirling her glass, "the Duchess of Bleakmoore tried to poison me at my own coronation feast."
"No."
"Oh, yes. Right in front of everyone. She thought she was being subtle about it, the absolute bitch."
"What did you do?"
Rosanna smiled. All teeth.
