Ravensblood Forest fuck it and whatever

Kitsch felt as if she were on display for this woman, was being critiqued and analyzed by her. Kitsch’s stracciatella tail lashed behind in protest; for Kitsch was used to being the center of attention, but never was she looked upon with such disgust; as if she were a lowly peasant, deserving of shame and ridicule. Of course, the pearl was anything but a peasant and as such, Kitsch gave an exasperated huff and shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry, Lia” she said with a facade of disinterest; and inside she truly was sorry. Kitsch never meant to come off as rude and she was always well intentioned… the disgraced princess was just ill-equipped to handle a life outside of her cushy comfort zone.

“I don’t mean to be rude,” Kitsch confessed further. “I was just… so hungry.” Kitsch was a lady, after all — she would never be such a glutton if she hadn’t been spurned on by her starving belly.