Following a Traitor
Arsinoe held her place in line, the figures of other nestlings in straight rows repeated on either side of her. Everyone was focused on Typhon speaking, but she couldn't bring herself to concentrate.
Instead, she surveyed the smooth, dark roof of the cave, fascinated by the reddish strands that ran across it like lightning bolts.
Yet that wasn't enough to prevent her eyes falling on a detestable figure ahead.
In the front row stood Morgana, her silvery blue scales curled directly opposite Typhon, the very picture of good behaviour with her false modesty and agreeable personality.
He had called a briefing to let them know their duties, and 'her' instructions for the next phase. On any other occasion, this would be great news, but with Morgana hanging on his every word, all Arsinoe could see was red.
It was disgusting how friendly she was being, and how she could stand so close to him.