Dance of a Rose

Perhaps it was petty of her to feel a slight satisfaction at him backing away. She would not pursue him; she would only continue speaking. When he responded, though, she gave him a sharp look. "If," she began, voice cutting the air sharply, "I never have to worry about her because you get there first, then that's good. However, just because you get there first doesn't mean I won't care for her, or protect her with you. You have first call - you are her brother. But I have some measure of a claim as well, Lark." She shook her head and sighed. a mumbled word - incomprehensible, for it was Italian - would reach her ears before Lark turned away. Vaffanculo. She'd have to ask Starling what that meant. She started to turn away herself when she realized that no she would not ask Starling... not after today, anyways. Bitterness flowed through her, and she vehemently wished the fighting would start already.

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