The Devil's got a rifle on my front porch
Disrespect! Unprecedented disrespect! Oh my god, her father was so going to hear about this and he would not be happy! After all, she was daddy's little girl and he would do anything to make sure this boy was nice to her - if she didn't first, of course. Urgh, was making friends really going to be this awful forever? Other wolves were so dumb - bah! They practically rolled eyes together, though she never made an effort to hide it, intentional or not. But honestly, his mother was the original Alpha of Iromar? She laughed, laughed hard until her sister just... appeared - why!? Still, she was backing Cersei up in her laughter and that was good (even if Maradona was too refined to laugh). Instead, Cersei bounced closer to stand beside her sister, tail waving and smiling a little proudly. Yeah boy, you just got served! Sure, Cersei got a pretty bad end on the deal too (not an Alpha!? Not yet, maybe!) but still... take that.
"Yeah, seems like your mother is a liar! It doesn't matter, though. I'd want that claim to fame, too though you know... I have it."
Well, being nice didn't last too long but then again, he was hardly nice, was he? Whatever! Maradona could deal with it if she was so sure she could. Besides, Cersei's interest lay more in proving how much more skilled she was at important things like battling. All that wishy washy talking like her father did could wait as far as she was concerned! Hell, she might even convince her mother to give her a lesson in fighting when she went home and practice her moves on Mara. Yeah, she narrowed her eyes with a gleeful grin, it was the perfect plan. Then she'd find Istas again and teach him a lesson.
"Father is lenient because I am the favorite, Mara, so don't forget that. And I would have loved to introduce myself if Miss Nosey over here hadn't ruined that but I am Cersei. Now, we can move on and get to this whole playing nice thing? You look fast, and I'd like to see just how fast you are, you know."
She flicked her tail in agitation, shooting her sister a pointed look before returning her gaze back to Istas with a challenging grin. Come on, who could say no to actually playing or whatever it was called? That's what good children did if they wanted to be even better adults, duh.
He knows I came looking for a fight
the red princess of tesseract and caligula