Nostrils flare angrily in a grim expression so reminescent of a long-gone Amazon queen, it is like looking into the face of an enraged ghost. She huffs, seeming to swell with her fury till she very much resembles a young cat with it's hair on end, bristling static electricity. "Is she your gryffon? No! You don't know anything! So mind your own business and don't tell me what to do with my own familiar!" she snaps, throwing in a flash of pink tongue tip to emphasis her point. This always happened - Bodie plays the big dumb fluffy pet who gets in the way and then Mara always ends up the villian for putting her in her place. Everyone always loved Boadicea instead of Mara. Having this annoying, rude boy remind her of it has the fiery girl pouting internally, fisting her hands across her chest defensively as the boy goes on and on about what a bad person she is.
The giant green dog thinks it's doing a stellar job of secretly inticing Bodie to play, but the beastie is distracted. Mara can feel the questioning tendrils of guilt tickle her brain as her familiar is swarmed with her barely controlled frustration. The feather-brained monster obviously feels bad now, her young charge's combustable distress making her shift nervously. It's never the gryffon's intention to end up on opposing teams with her fairy, yet somehow it always happens that way. Which is why Mara's forgiveness is going to be particularly slow-coming this time around. She ought to know better by now. She can go be this annoying boy's familiar since he adores her so much.
"I did say please!" she points out indignantly, fingernails morphing slowly into claws that have a terrible habit of unsheathing involuntarily when her blood is hot. "And I found this place before you did, or I wouldn't have known to come here, would I? I can't sit here all the time and guard it from silly boys like you though! I have other important things to do sometimes and just want to sit here and eat my cookies." She knocks another elbow into his side, gritting her teeth and thinking how much she hates everything about him; his stuck-up manner, his green eyes, even the boots on his feet. "I said if you don't like it, you can move because I'm not. You can't tell me what to do, you're not the king of shaman!" Another elbow to the ribs, although what she'd really like to do is knock his thick curly head against the stone wall a few times.
It's his final remarks that pushes her over the line into a full blown strop and she screams, the shrill sound of her voice multiplying three times it's size as it bounces off stone all the way down. There is a moment where with her flailing legs dangling it looks like she might pop out from the precarious nook into which she is wedged, a moment that has both gryffon and cu sith gasping and starting forward. But it passes and she is once again safe, smushed tightly between Tristan and rock, her tiny face flushed and furious. "You are MEAN!" she shrieks at him, angry child's tears burning her dark eyes as she attempts to glare daggers over one shoulder. "You are mean and nasty and...very mean! - and I'm not talking to you anymore!" She sets her jaw and whips her head to face forward (happy to see a large swatch of her course hair fwap him square in the face), already setting her punishment into action. This entire situation is intolerable and she refuses to dignify his offensive question with an answer. Nor does she make any move to budge from her current position. She won't be the one to surrender here. It simply goes against all her principles to give in to a silly boy with a green dog (who ever heard of such a thing, anyway?) who doesn't know what he's talking about or who he's messing with.
s t e l l e m a r i a ;
you were nothing but you wear it so well
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