Isolde had calmed down after an hour of breaking everything inside the carriage.
Now after cleaning the carriage, Irene and Fiona were still together hoping that she had calmed down properly. Since if next, there was nothing else for her to break and it will be them who will be broken.
The three of them were quiet for a moment, the air tight with the thing that had already been said once and was being said again.
Fiona tilted her head. She had mentioned it earlier; now she spoke it plain. "My lady, I still think we should make Lady Lyra feel pain."
Fiona had noticed what had happened. If she had to do something with the permission of her mistress. She would do it on her own. Lady Isolde was loosing favor. There was nothing as bad as that.
Irene's fingers twisted at her sleeve. "You said that before," she said. "What do you mean this time?"
