kicking names and taking ass

While saying her piece Dantalian had stood strong. Her head and tail had been held high and she'd pushed her chest out; the very picture of stubborn pride. But as her aunt began to explain what would happen if she went after the baddies like she wanted, little by little, Dantalian's stance crumbled. The transitions started out small. A little less chest out here, a tiny tail droop there. By the the time Fel was done speaking Dantalian looked a bit like a wilted flower. Her ears were held at half mast and her tail drooped in the middle so that the tip hung down in a sad, upside down 'U' shape.

She couldn't argue with any of that. Dantalian may have been little and inexperienced, but already she valued sound reasoning. And she didn't have a good argument for any of the points Fel had made even though she really wanted to argue. To make matter worse, the truth hurt. A lot. She knew she was small. In a fight her papa could roll her with one paw. Until her aunt laid it all out like that, truthfully, Dantalian hadn't considered the possibility that bad things might happen to her. She'd been too caught up in what she wanted to do. She didn't want anyone to get hurt because she was a dumb baby.

Despite her efforts to stop it, Dantalian's lower lip began to quiver. She refused to cry, though. She would not cry in front of this mean aunt! To stave off the tears she bit her tongue and took a deep breath. In a small voice she said, "I don't want anybody to get hurt so I'll stay home..."