A Princess doesn't get their paws dirty

Well that was interesting. Stratum had an interest in blacksmithing. She hadn’t realised that, and she felt a pang. She knew she got caught up in her own drama’s very easily. She had so much to be annoyed about. People to hate, and be in competition with… it was all very distracting. But she loved her littermates. She loved them more than anything else in the world - including her older siblings, parents, and other members of her large extended family.

She wanted to know what Stratum liked. Maybe she could pick up some starter tools for him from the Marketplace? Something to remember her by... her thoughts were interrupted by what Stratum said next. She squinted at him, frowning, silent for a moment. Then she huffed, and dropped down from the stoll (which in itself was annoying, now she would have to climb back up) she marched over to Stratum. She got in front of him, getting in the way of whatever he was doing.

She raised a paw, extended a claw, and poked him in his big dumb chest with it. She waited until she was absolutely certain she had his attention. “Itching to get away from you? dumbass.” She told him, even though it was kind of true. She was trying to leave. She wanted her independence, she wanted to be seen as more than just the defective Fatalis child. “Away from Azure? Sure. that man is a menace. Away from Dad? Who alternates between treating me with kid gloves, to forgetting I have a disability and making my life difficult? Yeah, maybe. He didn’t even tell us mum was dying. I wasted my goodbye with her!” her voice had started to rise, and hadn’t stopped yet. She was yelling now.

“I spent it whining about other people getting toys I didn’t! Like a baby! So yeah, maybe I want out of the family den. But you? Andy? Charlie, Crux, Dread, Vanta? You guys are mine. And if you think for one moment you can get rid of me that easily, then think again!” She poked  him another three times, just for emphasis, and because she was mad. And she wanted to.


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