Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

ooc: cracks knuckles - this is going to be so much fun!!! :D

Osprey rarely gave into anger, but it was hard keeping calm demeanor this time. Charon's accusations felt unjust, his tone was rude and the dominant nature was offending. He acted as if she owed him something, even though she had always been the one to give. First stories and games for a lonely child, then playing the role of a "good aunt" that listens to all of the problems the youth has and never criticizes. Always finding something to praise the kid for, defending from the cruel world outside. What has he ever done for you? A small, spiteful voice spoke in the back of her mind. She knew it was not true - having a friendship was the greatest gift one could have - yet it was hard to find excuses now, when the same friend treated her as if he owned her. 

Besides she felt uneasy having a stranger witnessing this scene and she cast an apologizing look at Mason, then turned to Charon. "I would, if you acted as an adult and not like a rude, spoiled and jealous brat," she said coldly, her gaze locking with his, daring him to make another move.