Shera and the Evil Horde

Power and Control

The feasts and parties of Salineas lasted for days. Endless amounts of food and celebration lifted the spirits of the Horde and the gold and jewels stolen from Mermista's treasure vault were shared among the high ranking captains. Sitting on the rocks of the destroyed Salineas gate, Adora let the waves wash over her feet and calves. Her blond hair blew back behind her, and she took deep breaths of salty sea air.

"Okay," She said. "Let's try this again. For the Honor of the-"

"Hey, Adora."

She shut her eyes in frustration. "Catra, could you please not distract me right now?"

"Oh?" Catra purred, leaping from a large boulder to walk along the rocky extension, her clawed feet kicking a sea shell. "Trying to concentrate?"

"Yes, if you must know." Adora sighed. "I'm trying to summon She-ra, but she's not...coming to me right now."

Catra smiled, flashing her fangs. "Well, that's perfect. Because right now I just want to talk to Adora. Especially now that the prisoner has finally stopped complaining about the lack of ice cream."

Speaking of Mermista, Adora would need to question her later. The Sea Princess clearly had full control of her abilities. With enough torture and perhaps mind control from Shadow Weaver, she could probably find out more about who She-ra truly was. Who was the glowing neon woman, and why did she call to Adora so? More importantly, why was she so obsessed with a woman named Mara?

"That Princess is going to tell me what I want to know." She flicked a pebble of the rocks, and it skipped across the incoming waves. Catra carefully navigated the rocky edges to get close, minding her tail. She glared at the water, but still drew closer and closer just so she could sit besides Adora. Adora smiled like the dork she was.

"Couldn't you summon She-ra inside the palace? You just had to sit by the ocean, huh?"

She shrugged. "I like the sound of the waves, and for some reason my skin is like on fire. The last She-ra transformation left me feeling strange."

"Huh." Catra scratched at her ears, and sniffed her claws. "Maybe you've got princess fever. If you get the sudden urge to wear a long, sparkly dress and have a talking pet let me know. I'll get you fixed ASAP."

"Whatever." Adora playfully punched her arm. "You're the one with a fever. Did you seriously come looking for me? I thought you were going to blow stuff up?"

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Catra shifted in place. The slightest pink tinge rose up her neck and colored her freckled cheeks. "Yeah, well it's not fun...without you."

Her heart rate picked up. The way Catra looked at her was like a dream. They'd always been thick as thieves. Playing pranks in the Fright Zone. Annoying Shadow Weaver. Since the day Catra arrived in a cardboard box, soaking wet and shivering, they were always together no matter the case. But this look was more...it was softer and...warm.

"You defended me from Shadow Weaver, and scolded Octavia." Catra whispered, her face incredibly close. "Then you said I was with you. What did you mean by that?"

Adora wanted to curl up on her uncomfortable Horde bunk bed and hide. She'd been careless. Casually claiming Catra in front of Octavia, and then not having a clue what to say after. Should she just pour her heart and soul on the floor and explain the several thousands of battle plans she'd carefully laid out on how to win Catra's heart then get married and possibly rule a small kingdom? No. That was too fast. She nervously took Catra's hand.

"I meant that no one should mess with you because we're together."

"I heard you, dummy," Catra smirked. "But in what way are we together, Adora? Geez, are you princesses always so bad with words? I mean come on. Would it kill you to drop a compliment? Maybe...flirt?"