"They are from Rathi, so I doubt you've ever seen an Ishara outside of books. Here's what they look like." Fyrwal projected the hologram of a creature with a humanoid upper torso and a scorpion's lower body, jogging Faluel's memory.
"Of course! Those are the bastards who almost killed Solus. How could our clan let them in? The Isharas are dangerous, arrogant pricks, Mom."
"That could be said about all Divine Beasts, dear." Fyrwal furrowed her brow. "When did Epphy meet Isharas, and why would they try to kill her?"
Faluel used a mind link to bring her mother up to speed with the events that had led to the rescue of the nameless fungus folk.
"That's it? I don't see anything wrong with it. In the Isharas' shoes, I would have done the same thing."
"What?" The younger Hydra jumped up in outrage, but her mother's cold glare smothered the fire of her rage. "You're not making any sense, Mom. How can you say something like that?"
