Golden Glade all that he invested in goes straight to hell

This girl was everything she wanted to be.  Cool, collected, intimidating.  Beautiful and confident.  A little overbearing.  Ceara was just a stuttering mess.  Her brow furrowed as the inkstained line of her lip tightened and her ears drew forth atop her crown.  

Something like that, she buffered coolly, picking up the shatterend remnants of her pried and piecing them back together.  Her argent gaze settled on the bristling of the girl's tail before her lip curled reflexively.  You lookin' for one?