The one who was sitting had positioned herself with her legs crossed in a deliberate, composed manner.
Her attire was echoing sothing quite similar to that of the standing lady beside her, sharing the sa rugged yet functional style that spoke of a life lived in harmony with nature’s harsher elents;
She had two long fangs jutting from her lower lips, and sleek black hair that hung straight and unadorned down her back, framing a face dominated by dark wild eyes that nonetheless held a serene and stoic quality.
As if she had mastered the art of inner calm amidst chaos.
She wore golden ornants that adorned her ankles, wrists, and upper arms—simple yet elegantly crafted bands that caught the eye with their warm tallic sheen, adding a touch of refined adornnt to her otherwise practical ensemble.
She had the spotted animal skin arranged to cover her ample breasts securely, while leaving the rest of her powerful torso and well-defined midriff fully exposed.
It was revealing her toned abdominal muscles that rippled subtly with each breath and a scattering of old scars that traced faint lines across her skin, each one a silent testant to past trials and triumphs.
The spotted animal skin also extended to cover her waist and thighs in protective panels, but beneath that outer layer, a simple black short covering hugged her body closely, providing an additional level of modesty and comfort without restricting her movent.
They both had their feet clad in sandals crafted from durable leather straps, designed for both functionality and endurance, allowing them to traverse rough terrains with ease while still fitting into this more refined setting.
These two figures were what could be accurately described and recognized as "Ogres."
Beings of imnse physical prowess and ancient lineage, their presence in the palace a rare blending of worlds that highlighted the delicate diplomacy at play.
"Leave that matter entirely behind, I’m telling you once and for all!" Titania suddenly raised her voice in a sharp, insistent yell that echoed slightly off the vine-covered walls.
Her small arms folding tightly across her chest in a gesture of firm defiance, as if to physically block any further pursuit of the topic.
"We were supposed to be focusing our conversation on the fruits that I normally provide to your people. The special, nourishing varieties that grow only here in Fairylynch and further help sustain your tribe through harsh seasons, in exchange for you coming here to spend ti playing with just once every decade, as we’ve done for so long now.
"That was the whole reason we arranged this eting in the first place, so why in the world are we suddenly shifting gears and talking about so god-touched person appearing out of nowhere, as if that’s even remotely relevant to our agreent?"
"Tyta," the ogre who was sitting with her legs still calmly crossed let out a deep, asured sigh that carried a hint of long-suffering patience, her voice steady and grounded like the roots of an ancient tree, "please do not try to take for so kind of fool who can’t see through such obvious diversions.
"This is hardly my first ti making the journey here to your palace; I’ve visited these halls enough over the years to know every subtle shift in the air, every new whisper among the vines. And right now, there is certainly a new presence lingering in this place—sothing unfamiliar that wasn’t here during my last visit, and sothing that stands out as clearly as a fresh footprint in soft soil."
"Ugh, the poetry... I already told you, it’s Vaelora standing right here!" Titania responded with a quick, emphatic gesture of her hand toward the pink-and-black-haired fairy positioned beside her couch, her tone laced with a mix of frustration and insistence as she tried to steer the conversation back.
"After she went through her recent transformation—a process that changed her appearance and even her aura in ways that surprised everyone who knew her before—even I almost didn’t recognize her at first glance when it was done. It took a mont to adjust to how different she seed, so that’s probably what you’re picking up on now."
"No. That explanation doesn’t quite hold up," the ogre insisted in a calm yet unwavering manner, her voice firm without rising to match Titania’s volu, as she leaned slightly forward in her seat to emphasize her point. "If anything, the way her scent has altered only serves to back up and strengthen my original claim, rather than dismissing it..."
She paused for a brief mont, allowing her words to settle into the air between them, before narrowing her dark eyes thoughtfully at Vaelora, studying her with a gaze that seed to pierce through surface appearances to sothing deeper beneath.
"She carries a lingering trace that is familiar; sothing that slls strongly of that particular god-touched individual whom Elara has been tirelessly searching for these past few weeks, the one whose sudden vanishing has stirred up so much unrest and speculation among the Amazons."
Titania felt a sharp, internal shriek of alarm rise up within her mind, a wave of panic that she quickly pushed down before it could show on her face, and instead channeled it into a defensive outburst to protect herself and steer the suspicion away.
"Haahhh?! Are you seriously standing there and saying that I must have sothing to do with his disappearance, as if I’m the one responsible for whatever happened to him?" Titania exclaid, her voice pitching higher with a blend of indignation and feigned shock, her small hands gesturing wildly in the air for emphasis. "Now you’re just throwing around baseless accusations without any real evidence, and that’s not fair at all!"
"Even if that kind of involvent were completely possible given your history and capabilities," the ogre replied in a composed tone, her dark eyes remaining steady as she closed them briefly in a gesture of thoughtful restraint before reopening them to et Titania’s gaze directly, "I want to make it clear that I was not insinuating or implying anything of the sort in my words just now."
She paused again, letting the clarification hang for a second to diffuse any misunderstanding, before continuing with quiet certainty. "But you definitely have a hand in it sohow, do you not?"
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