Voleta tried to keep her eyes nailed to her enemies, but the nymph was there, right on edge of her sight and she could not help but look at the ethereal creature again.  Somehow, she felt the nymph speak to the black dog and felt all the tension and fury run from the animal as it moved away to rest on the grass.  Before that moment, only Voleta had been able to commune with the animal in such a fashion, this only heightened her sense of dreamlike enchantment as she watched the nymph.<br/><br/>She could almost feel the gaze of the beauty on her and it made her skin breakout in pleasurable gooseflesh.  Voleta was stunned by her reaction, shaken by it.  She felt bereft, even envious, when the nymphs eyes turned to the Priestess of Nike.<br/><br/>Then the nymph raised the bowl and commanded.  Voleta could not object, as this was proper, to show respect here, in this domain.  She stepped forward and placed the obsidian dagger into the bowl, gazing at the delicate, creamy arms that held it, then with great difficulty, she stepped back again as the Priestess of Nike came forward and did the same.  Voleta narrowed her eyes, thinking the other woman should not look at the nymph in such a fashion.<br/><br/>The nymph then turned her head and spoke...but she spoke to the other Priestess!  Voleta was overwhelmed with a jealous rage as Nicola answered and before she could stop herself, she pounced, knocking Nicola to the ground, twisting herself so that they rolled away from the nymph.<em>"Mine!"</em>she shrieked, her voice cracking like a whip, her fingers curled into Nicola's white gown.  Voleta yanked Nicola over and up again so that the gown ripped on one sleeve.  Voleta reached out to shove Nicola hard on her shoulders, so that she tumbled and fell into the water.  Voleta's black eyes were hot with anger and jealousy, wading in after the other Priestess.