Serene, Tranquil. Violent, Hurtful.

The room was filled with an awkward silence, Yetta looking back and forth between Mentor, Wrath, and Queen. The three older women were discussing a plan of action quietly, and Yetta had tuned them out ages ago. She stared at the map next, playing with the holographic mist. Giggling to herself, she kept moving her fingers back and forth, until Carman slapped her hand away. She snapped back to attention and cleared her throat. Carman hadn't even broken her concentration, continuing talking to Mara and Petra, who hadn't noticed the hunter get distracted. 

Yetta twisted her fingers, listening to the various snaps and cracks coming from her joint. Rolling her neck, which also crackled, she closed her eyes. Finally, it wasn't so tight. Opening her eyes, she caught Petra staring at her, slightly mortified. Yetta covered her neck self consciously. "Riven will rip your poor student's mind to shreds, Guardian," Mara cooly replied to…some part of the conversation.

"Compared to me, you, or anybody else? My successor is innocent to her. Riven might open up more," Carman explained. Was that why she was here? And this…Riven? Sounded a little familiar. 

"We are banking on this, Guardian. You said yourself that Yetta spends most of her time distracted. Riven *will* see and take the advantage, and manipulate her just like she did my brother."

"You meant the manipulations that *you* planned for, that led to the slaughter of *your* people, the death of a vanguard, and the death of Uldren? Those?" Petra grabbed her gun as Carman spoke, tense. Mara waved a hand, dismissing it.

"I will not deny my mistakes. We are not here to discuss those, however. My Techeuns have located the last egg. Crow will be going with you, for backup. And," Mara looked at Yetta as she spoke, sharp eyes evaluating her. "Your student."

. . .

Yetta hummed to herself softly, tackling the various knots in her hair. The plastic comb strained against each tangle, the hunter muttering to herself in mild pain. Red brows furrowed in frustration, but finally she got it all smoothed down. Taking her hair clips, she pinned it back, out of her face. It was while she was doing this that Carman entered the room, startling Yetta and causing her to stab the back of her scalp. She could feel the soft trickle of dark red blood from behind her hair, and she quickly covered the shimmering fluid with a hand as she turned to Carman. "Knock next time," she suggested grumpily.

Carman set her helmet on the table with a heavy *thunk*. "I wasn't aware you were in here still."

"*Still*? I just got here to fix my hair up. It was all gross from sweat and the helmet." Yetta pick up one of the bloody strands, grumbling under her breath. Carman took a glance at the foggy mirror, and calmly asked if Yetta had just taken a shower. "No, Carman. The mirror's steamy because I breathed on it really hard," the hunter sassed.

"Take another one."

"Already the plan." Yetta ripped out the hairpins, scarlet hair flowing back into her eyes. "Thanks Carman."

"When you're done there, go meet up with Queen Mara." Yetta huffed, closing the bathroom door behind her. 

. . .

Mara talked with an important air in her voice, like she knew something nobody else did. In all fairness, she probably did. Carman had gone and gotten the next egg during the meeting, and Yetta got to hear the small conversations through the comms. At one point, Crow had asked where Yetta was. She was almost touched. He thought about her? Mara kept a close eye on her, gauging her reactions. There were a couple "hmm"s, as Yetta focused on what was going on.

"Interesting," she said at long last, when the mission was over. "Carman was right."

"About…?" Yetta looked closely at Mara

"You have a strange interest in my brother."

"Who." Yetta blinked slowly, confused at the curious look she was receiving. 

"Crow? The one you've paid the most attention to this entire meeting."

Yetta pointed to the map in shock. "*That's* your *brother*?? I could see a bit of resemblance between you and Zavala, but *Crow*?? Sweet baby Crow?? My favorite guy in the world??" Mara blinked, eye twitching.

"No offense taken, I suppose."

"Oh no, I meant full-." She was cut off as Jason slammed himself into her head. She hissed in pain, rubbing the sore spot as Carman walked in, looking between Mara and Yetta in mild confusion. The warlock sighed.

"Yetta. Leave the room please."

"What, but-"

"Leave the room. *Now*."

Yetta backed up towards the door. "Scary voice, right."