D-100: Black sky…

Lia’s hair flies out behind her, golden locks whipping in the breeze.

Raina’s hand slips from hers and Lia sees her form fly off to the left, toward her manor archipelago.

A form in a suit flits at the edge of her vision to the right, a voice like the wind in her ear, “I wonder darling, why you’re so ready to believe the nasty things other women say about me?”

The form flits away like a sprite, toward the Grasslands Estate.