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The woman had begun to grate on the girl's nerves as she started away. Flicking her tail almost like a snake, she tossed a single word over her shoulder. Gracías. The word was spoken as if it were air, yet the girl was filled with determination, her muscles tense. She would not give her the satisfaction of seeing her angry.
Her eyes sparked as she trotted further away. She was small, anyone could tell that. But she could do as well as them. This was her thought as she also wondered what Rosalyn would think. Flicking her tail once more, she perked her ears up as her trot became faster.