Behind them was my younger sister, Claudia. She had a rather neutral face and I knew why. She had always been a bit jealous of me and I have tried to alleviate it, but it’s hard when you're the younger sister of the queen. Her wings were closed in that one could barely make out the purple plumage past her even dirtier blonde hair. Her skin was a mixture of the pale of my Mère and the tan of my Maman. She was more of a fighter than my Mère because of wanting to live up to my image. She never went down either path of our parents and followed many Veela, that of a warrior. Her spear was always on hand and the shaft was lit by her purple flames. 