By the men, Magda’s presence would be felt before it could be seen. She’d emerge from between the barracks with her entourage of four Coheed warriors whom she now kept close for protection…ostensibly. Her stature and the grandeur of her entrance might suggest she was not a minister of Nevermere but a queen.

“Sergeant Abbott…a pleasure” She purred as she approached Aldrich Abbott, gesturing with a casual flick of her hand for her coterie to stay back, which they did without hesitation, “What a pleasure this is.” It was as if there was a shift in the air—the men would feel it, but the women would not. Magda’s eyes would flicker then to Imani.

“And you even more so. I’ve heard quite complimentary things about you, Imani.” Whether that was true or not, a little flattery never hurt. But she did know who she was. It was her business, after all, to kn ow such things.

“The pleasure is all mine…” Magda purred. Though she was responding to Aldrich, her eyes were fixed on Imani with the same lascivious gaze she often scrutinized men with….though this one had admiration she rarely offered the opposite sex. When Imani spoke, Magda chuckled, a sound as beautiful as the woman that made it. What a charming little thing she was. Strong, yet retaining the supple curves of her womanhood.

“Anything to aid the cause,” Magda said warmly, “The women of Coheed have waited too long for equal opportunity. I can only hope that the wait is over.”