"A fair ruler?" Baba Yaga scoffed. "The last time I checked, being fair was the least desirable trait for the High General of the Night Court. Only the most merciless and bloodthirsty among my children espouse the deranged ideology of my wayward daughter and join your Court."
"If you despise us so much, why didn't you step forward millennia ago when the Night Court was founded and do something about it?" Cyrra said, hating herself for talking like a petulant little girl.
She wanted to argue and criticize Baba Yaga. To show her what the Night Court was capable of achieving even at its lowest point in its history, yet both her physical and mental strength had left her body.
Meeting the Red Mother's gaze and talking loud enough to be heard was the best Cyrra could do.
"To what end?" Baba Yaga replied. "The Night Court serves my goals as it is. It gives all those like you a place where you can lump together and tear each other apart while leaving the rest of us alone.
