Deepwood Weald parabol & parabola

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A powerful surge of satisfaction overcame her whilst the young woman groveled beneath her. It had been a good choice on the girl's part, for if she had not shown that she was sorry, Uma merrily would have made her sorry.

It was almost as if some invisible force was out to get her. The "ma'm" reference had barely slipped past the other's darkened lips before Uma felt a plume of anger burn her like fire She began to snarl, albeit softly. True, she was older than the wolfess before her, but she was not elderly. Just middle-aged, at the center of her life should she live to true old age. Once again, the stranger saved herself, this time by correcting the "ma'm" into the rightful "miss."  Uma backed off, satisfied, though she remained standing tall, drawing herself up to her full height.

This girl seemed so innocent and kind that Uma suddenly felt terrible for treating her badly. Like the flip of a switch,  her entire demeanor changed as she flashed a smile, though only the very corners of her lips were upturned. This time, the Andrews woman answered the question given to her. I am Uma; and you are? Her bubblegum eyes, now quite soft, melted  into those eyes of blazing umber.

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