She hates children. She doesn’t mean to hate them, but there’s something that just gets under her skin. Absolutely everything about Octavia’s posture drops when the little shit comes tripping over his paws up to her, tail seeming to propel everything about him forward. A careful blankness steals over her expression, and she’s still and quiet… right. Maybe if she pretended not to notice him, he’d go away. Oh god please let it go away. Scamper off into the woods… the cougars would snap up the creature soon enough. Undersized, appearing undernourished as well. God damn it, what were they feeding kids these days?

And then he opens his mouth. As polite as she was taught to be when she was a child, a few years in the wild have changed more than a few things. Octavia is stiff, glaring at the little thing down her nose. “’m Octavia, Tesseract’s daughter, and y’ask a lotta questions f’r sucha small mind.” The girl still mumbles, after all her time spent away. It’s something that make never change, her speech pattern informal and nearly sloppy. Everything about her is stiff as she watches the small boy, not quite growling but not amused. Highly, highly unamused. There’s a lot this thing has to learn before he can run with the big boys. Not that the pipsqueak ever would.

[dark princess of glorall]