Dragoncrest Cliffs is the fairest thing on the black earth,

While her mother tested her with silence, Chacal interpreted her method of interrogation to be a bit of a personal slight. Her mother had words that she could use- words that flowed from her with such a beautiful lilt and tone that it was like listening to a poet speak. She could have simply asked Chacal questions which she could have responded to with a nod or a shake of her head- as she could respond to those questions with relative ease. But instead, she chose to stare at her daughter and place even more pressure on her- pressure that was building up second by second. 

Like a kettle heating up on the stove, Chacal felt something warm growing up along the back of her neck. She continued to stare at the ground, but she found her eyes begin to feel dry- she wasn't blinking. A moment later, they began to sting, and then to water. Her breaths slowly became quicker, and when she realized that the moisture in her eyes had spilled over her cheeks- making it look like she was crying, she inhaled a sharp breath, flicked her diamond-hard gaze to her mother and began to spew a string of unintelligible syllables at her, with a voice that was monotone, but nevertheless very angry. Not one ounce of it made any sense. Once she'd finished shouting, her breaths continued to heave, though she did not look one bit relieved from the entire outburst. None of it had made sense. Nothing she'd wanted to say got across. 

But at least her mother could see why demanding an explanation with silence came across as a personal insult.