Aenara and Imriel
For you Calico darling
Aenara looked at the face in the mirror and made a grimace, showing her teeth to the mirror and the young woman behind her who was brushing her long hair. It settled nearly to the floor where she sat in the chair, waves of russet brown. Then with a snarl she snapped forward and grabbed a hold of the mirror sending it tumbling to the floor with a shattering that was far worse than any breaking heart. Bits of glass skittered across the floor and settled to show her reflection and slivers of light that spangled the walls and ceiling of her room.
The girl would have run had not the mistress pinned her down with her gold gaze, then she snarled, teeth showing all the worse.
Already she was shifting as she moved away from the tumbled mirror moving to cut off all escape from the chamber. The woman could run, could try to hide, but there would be no way for that to happen. The mistress would catch her, would butcher her, eat her, destroy her utterly. Nothing but madness in that woman's eyes as she slithered. The sound of her snarl was a roar in the enclosed space.