Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

Wednesday would not be defeated by this. She lifted her head and though the denial was a chip on her ego, and something she normally responded to with teeth; her patience was thin, but she would win this woman. Alright, she responded, and pursed her lips. Wednesday sensed the other was not desiring of her presence, but she herself did not wish to step away. 

Well, I will only tell you, she promised, and then went and turned away from the other. Wednesday had no social graces, and shook out her ruff as she walked away. The words burned on her tongue, the epic story that would only continue! But she had said that she would hold it, her tongue, only for the other. Let it die there if it must!