Some Look for Trouble

To say she was annoyed by the other girls further picking at her own angular appearance would have been a little bit of an understatement. However, she also was aware of the fact that she wasn’t exactly in the greatest position to take a hard stance. Thinking before speaking was a very difficult skillset for her to try and learn on the fly. “I’ll be sure to try and pass on your leaf weighing expertise to somebody who might care on the off chance I find them before you do.” Mariah answered sharply, twisting whatever dumb analogy the monochromatic fae was trying to pin her with into a more literal sense. It was a sore subject. “But in the event I figure out why I am the way that I am, I’ll be sure to let you know.” In other words, none of your business. Whatever ’failure to thrive’ condition she had been the lucky recipient of at birth was her struggle and hers alone.

The backhanded-reassurance she was offered was laughable at best. The promise of safety from someone whose word meant very little wasn’t something she necessarily held in high regard. Seeking out the other girl’s emerald gaze, she offered another momentarily brightened grin. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about me, I’m perfectly capable of handling myself … Though, I suppose it is reassuring that I’m safe from your selective empathy.” She finished, mirroring the smirk that she was given with a subtle tilt of her head. Where do we go from here?

"Mariah Mendacium"