She smirks through her furious tears at the pain her screams have induced, feeling like she's gained a little bit of her footing back in this battle of wills. She hates this boy and tells him with narrowed eyes, her glare full to the brim with venom. He is selfish and a know-it-all and spiteful. He is mean and he is a liar! There is simply no way Papa's friend the King could have a son like this. Papa's friends are good fairies and this boy is nasty. Mara clamps her jaw shut hard enough to grind her teeth and makes good on her oath, returning his shin knocks and rib pokes, but uttered not one single word. Each blow knocks the children a bit looser from their respective nooks, but Mara is determined to come out on top. It just simply isn't in her blood to surrender. She's about two pokes away from latching her claws into the boy's tender skin, but she'll not make one noise.
That is until Tristan's last shove sends her toppling over the wall edge with a shriek.
s t e l l e m a r i a ;
you were nothing but you wear it so well
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