The Sentinels good morning, worm, your honor

He turned her stomach--it flipped like a bug, onto its back, its little legs flailing helplessly, trying to find its way back on its feet again. She was a fly, caught in a spider's web. It wasn't fair. She was the spider, not him. She was the child of the dark woods, not him. Let this spider devour her and he would face the wrath of the gods. Mephala would not stand for this.

She bared her teeth, which chattered loudly, to her displeasure. "Tell me what you want from me," she demanded, a newfound sort of courage coursing through her veins. Maybe it had been the chance encounter with Vaati that had given her more bravery. Or it could have been the time alone, having to fend for herself.

Did he think she was the same scared girl from the Woods? The left side of her face proved otherwise. She was marred, changed--chaos was etched into her skin. And though he frightened her greatly--she had no doubt of that--she would not let him have the satisfaction of knowing it. Her fear was not his to command, in which to relish.