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Iviana's tail twitched.
Twitched.
She was clearly angry. Dione winced and Zedra cowered.
Iviana narrowed her eyes at the two females.
"Care to explain?" she asked slowly and with deceptive calm as she crossed her arms over her chest.
As expected, Zedra caved first--she never could stand Iviana's disappointment.
"We're really sorry!" she pleaded. "We didn't think it would end up like that, we didn't know the guards would walk past right then!"
"You. Were. Almost. Caught," Iviana hissed. "Nearly shot."
Dione and Zedra hung their heads, too aware of how close it had been. They were also aware of having worried their leader, neither of the two wanted that. A worried Iviana wasn't fun to deal with, especially not when that worry turned to anger or disappointment.
"You should be thankful that Aikaterine were close by and saved your sorry tails," Iviana added.
"We are," Dione said meekly. "We're sorry, we really are. It was irresponsible of us to go out for some fun when we knew the dangers."
"You better try avoid such excursions in the future, at least while the manhunt is going on." Iviana finally started to sound like her usual gruff self, but neither of the other two females relaxed. "As for punishment, you two will be on cleaning duty until I say otherwise."
Zedra almost protested, but shut her mouth quickly when she saw the glare Iviana leveled at her.
"Yes ma'am," Zedra and Dione chorused.
They knew the others in the gang would do their best at making their punishment worse by giving them more to clean and would do little in cleaning up after themselves, leaving it to the two.
Complaining about it to either Iviana, Leocaedia or Nat'cha was useless as it was supposed to be a punishment.
Iviana made a dismissive gesture and the two younger females immediately scurried away.