Mother seemed to be particularly blood thirsty today. Saph thought, slithering back into the bed chamber her and her girlfriend shared. The little pale blue Icewing was at the small layering of furs in the corner, surrounded in piles and stacks of books and quills and scrolls. Yvie, as Saph called her, was still writing out topic papers for her anatomy class, just as she had been when Saph first left to check out the arena, hours ago. A heavy sigh left her as she laid down on the stone ledge that she slept on with Yvettia.
"You're going to need to eat sometime, snow drop." She called out to her.
"Once I get these last two papers done, I'm almost finished anyway." Yvettia began jotting stuff down from a book on what looked like different wings in different tribes. Saph shook her head and sat up on the ledge, and sighed again.
"What, Starrie?" Yvie called out, setting down her monocle and sitting up herself.
"Mother is...she's getting worse, Yvetteia. I love her so much, but...the arena, it is just so...so..." Saph trailed off and buried her head in her talons.
"I know Starrie. But it keeps everyone entertained, and it keeps prisoners busy." Yvie walked over to her beloved and took her head in her own talons. "It is a good thing for us all, economically."
Saph smiled and nodded. "As long as it's not hurting you, snow drop, I guess I don't mind as much." Saph ran a talon over Yvie's side, and let go. Yvie went back to writing her paper, and Saph just lay there, watching her, hoping that she never had to endure the horror of that arena.