Pity Party (Party and Races!)

Kali’s face was absolutely burning with displeasure when she realized her mother and brother had arrived behind her. On many occasions she’d be more than happy to see the pale woman, certainly never her firebug brother, but she’d gotten all dolled up to be mischievous and she couldn’t well be her own brand of non-dogooder if the Seraphim was around. It especially made her feel infuriated when Sparrow called her a child. She’d done her best to move away from such a title and her certainly never acted childish. What did she know anyways? Sure, she threw a good party, but maybe she was just going to sit up on her high horse with her nose stuck up. No, she needed to change tactics.

Instead of avoiding her mother, the girl decided it would be best to stick close to her side. She knew she had connections that would prove beneficial to her in the future, and if everyone knew who’s kid she was, she would be more likely to garner their attention and be right where she wanted. At the center. The golden swathed girl trotted over to the albinistic woman after she’d snagged a bottle of the wine, winding her way around her and giving her cheek an affectionate bump. She pushed the bottle toward the matriarch, offering a sugary sweet smile. “Mom, you need to introduce me to your friends, don’t you think?” she asked, batting her bi-colored eyes and tilting her head in request. That ought to do it. “Also, I’ll be participating in the spars and races. Will you? We should give them a taste of what Habari is made of,” she added, her tail flickering merrily behind her.