( Ahri )
Victory was a word that tasted sweet even on Sona’s tongue, and to win so decisively was what she liked best. Putting her life (almost literally ) on the line for another person was challenging, and disputes that were settled with her ‘death’ upon the Fields of Justice was not something that she would rank highly on her list of delights. But her summoner had been powerful, as had their allies and her fellow champions. Indeed, the opposing team would likely return to their quarters disheartened and angry, but the Maven was in the mood to celebrate.
“Ahri ! ” The word was not spoken nor telepathically sent, but the accented notes were so closely aligned with the inflection of her name that it was obvious she was speaking to her. Drifting – no – gliding towards her, Sona’s face was alight with mirth as the tune of her music was upbeat and fast in tempo. It was only when she was close did she open up the mental link, eyes shutting for a moment as she smiled widely.
“You did amazing out there!”
