Valley of Gold Girl, you might hold your breath until your breathing stops forever

Had it been Petal they were speaking of, Foxglove might have agreed. She didn't mind a little wrestling here and there; who didn't love that? Even the yelling could be written off. Half the time Foxglove didn't notice her own yelling.

It just wasn't any fun with Dahlia. Her sister's goal wasn't fun; it was to hurt. But Fox didn't have the words to convey that just yet, so what she said instead was, I don't wanna kick Dahlia into the sun. I want her to go away. Her tone was unusually earnest.

But adults always knew best, right?

So she sighed and picked herself back up to continue learning the dance. Okay, She mumbled, but her energy was more resigned than enthused, and would remain so throughout the lesson.