Accusation
Arsinoe, on the other hand, was bursting with anger and envy.
Watching Morgana glide into the cave, all she could think was how the gap between them had widened once more.
The nestlings around her all admired how impressive Morgana looked, remarking on the shape of her wings and the pale blue iridescence of her scales. It was similar to Ophelia's, yet different.
Where Ophelia had the soft, pure, kind of appearance, hers were razor sharp and full of edges. Each feather angular and shaped like a knife, their tips long and slender which made her wings appear wider than average. They were also much darker at the ends, like they had been dipped in blood, a sharp contrast to the rest of her pale colouring.
Arsinoe zoned in on this tiny detail.
It seemed she killed something right before she got here and didn't even bother to wash off the blood.
What a slob!