Big Salmon Lake fist full of restrictions

I power-played! I hope that's cool.

The vehemence of Rivet's reaction threw Turquoise for a loop. She had seen the DeMonte's fiery side—but never before had she unleashed it on Turq. She'd never been anything but supplicant with the tawny Blackthorn. Hearing her cuss left and right, hurling personal insults, took Turq's breath away and not in a good way.

Rivet turned and began to run away. Turquoise stood rooted to the spot, staring after her, Rivet's insults still ringing in her ears. Then, suddenly, she was running after the little DeMonte. Because Turq was much taller and her stride much longer, she overtook the black sylph rather easily. She didn't think that anything short of assault would stop Rivet, so Turq didn't bother shouting. Instead, she lunged for Rivet's scruff, taking it firmly but gently in her teeth, effectively halting Rivet in her tracks.

"Wait a goddamn minute. What would you have me do, Rivet Sarasvati DeMonte?" Turquoise demanded breathlessly. "I am selfish. You deserve better. That's why I'm letting you go—because you are too good for me!" she nearly bellowed. "But clearly I'm still doing something wrong. What would you have me do?" It almost sounded like a passive/aggressive or facetious question. Yet Turquoise looked to Rivet earnestly, wondering if there was any way to make any of this right, or if she'd just fucked things up beyond all recognition and repair.