Svetka couldn't stop her eyes from rolling at Una's claim of the Bay being non-stinky. The Cove didn't stick sticks in her foot, which meant that the Bay was, verifiably, stinky. The roan jerked back from Una's rebuke as if she'd been shot, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. She'd said no? Who said no to her? She could feel the fluttery oncoming of a sleep attack starting, but she refused to acknowledge it. If she didn't think about it, then it wouldn't happen. To compound insult and injury, the stranger than makes off as if she's going to tell the adults like some sort of tattle tale. Riled and angry, Svetka couldn't control her temper anymore.

"Go ahead!" She yelled after the other girl's not-so-retreating back. "My dad will just take it out for me! Like a nice horse! Which you, are NOT!" Her voice had risen as her panic increased, but she remained unwilling to back down. It was another not-so-honest half-truth, if Svetka was honest. Sure, her dad would remove the stick, no questions asked, but his stick-removal-services would come with the hefty pricetag of a scolding that would follow her for at least the next week and give Vala a reason to laugh at her.

"No wonder my dad said I wasn't supposed to come here," she continued yelling, outing herself. "You're all a bunch of tattletalesss-" Her complaining was cut off in a long hiss as her muscles went slack, and she fell in slow motion into a heap on the ground, her legs akimbo and neck stretched out along the pine-needle laden ground. Her green eyes remained open but unseeing as she drifted, her pale nostrils flaring with each breath as her body attempted to calm the rest of her down by force.