Broken Antler Fen Hey Mista Scott, whatcha gonna do?

She was quite pleased with herself, though Diantha was easily able to keep her ire going when the stranger asked if she was one of Maia's children.

No, my mom is dead! she declared, as if that were a totally normal thing to yell about at her age. Dia's teeth glistened in the afternoon light, still ivory white at her young age.

What are you doing here, anyway? I don't know you, and I don't think Maia likes strangers hanging around here. So scram!