The Senior And Her Junior

Lori's vertical pupils narrowed as she turned her neck to regard the newcomer, her curiosity piqued by the soft yet authoritative tone. 

Her gaze met a tall, elegant figure of woman, her skin shimmering with a twilight blue hue, her hair luminous white flowing down her back, and her dark sapphire eyes framed by delicate fins that made her look even more otherwordly.

"Ohuu...you must be the Umbralfiend Princess. You look prettier than those projections I saw... almost as pretty as me. That brat is having it too easy and good," Lori remarked with a mix of admiration and a hint of envy, her voice carrying a playful yet challenging tone.

Isola, for her part, blinked in disbelief, the reality of seeing a talking serpent still surreal. Around her, murmurs spread among the Naiadon elders, "It talks... Is she related to the Dark Sovereign? He was the last serpent who could talk."