Of course, here came her wretched sister to ruin her day further.

Shut up Val! the girl whipped around, tail thrashing. She had nothing to say in regards to the jab at her appearance; perhaps by some deep-seeded dislike of it herself. Stained. Comparison the thief of joy, and all that. Here stood the prettiest of the batch, heckling her. God she couldn't stand having sisters.

She quickly hid the tears from her eyes, evaporated by the sheer unbridled fiery rage that seemed to always haunt the second daughter. Vincent's stupid- I beat him up.

Did not! She protested, her pride couldn't take it. Took all her strength not to start another fight. Two against one and their parents would never believe she wasn't the one at fault. 

I'd come with you if you invited me! But I don't want to anyways. Going anywhere with you is miserable, I hope a bear gets you. She'd huff and sneer, but her gaze betrayed the words that fell from the hothead's mouth. She wanted to learn how to fight properly. Give Vincent a matching cut. Give the world a what-for. 

Like you can even fight... She mumbles, abandoning her trip to the palace. They wouldn't want to see her like this anyways. She had to grow up. Like she told Vincent to.

The freckled girl begun with a glare, and god, what could be more miserable than hanging around her sister? Candela, maybe, Valeria? The two were pure opposites, oil and water somehow spawned from the same womb. Nymphora wished she could've smothered her there.

As if you could order a bear around. She scoffs, feigning disinterest, like she's above all this, but charcoal-tipped ears narrowed in on the challenge. ..I'm not scared at all. She huffs, puffing her pearly chest. This was the perfect opportunity to learn to fight, and more importantly, to prove Val wrong. Let's go. Unless you were bluffing, and you're the one who's scared. she leered forward, prompting her challenge.