Cold Shoulder [Pesto]

Pesto was mad - no, furious! Her mother had shared her very differing ideas on what exactly was expected of her when she left for Fireside and it had put a whole bitter taste in the yearling's mouth on the idea. She was still going - nothing would change her mind on ridding herself of the Abraxas influence - but now it felt dirty, like there was no way to make both Tyrian and her mother happy anymore. Why couldn't Deathbelle just be happy for her? Why did it have to have a hidden agenda?

She stomped her frustration across the isles with her eyes lidded into a very stern glare. It was accidental, but in her rage she'd accidentally stepped upon Hari's monkey while he dug clams. "Watch where you're going, Ari!" The yearling yelled to him, her teeth flashing. It was no use arguing with a monkey, so instead she whirled and stomped back down the beach at her uncle. "Your stupid monkey is always in my way." She was merely looking for an excuse to be angry, perhaps subconsciously choosing to approach Hari so he could talk her down from her anger and not realizing that his mood was as foul as hers. "Where's the stupid owl, so I can make sure she doesn't run me down too?"