Morningside Cuesta Act I, Scene I

Even if the poor boy was well-intentioned as he tripped over his words, the innocence in their folly was lost on Tauris, who’s humor was waylaid with the snap back of her head.

Old?! Old! At best he’d called her old.

At worst, he saw her through the lens of the common man, how she might be made to appease him. Is this how her show of goodwill was repaid?

She snorts and withdraws, a brisk step and a lash of tail expands the reach between them and vexed silver eyes fix him within their sights.

“Don’t make me give you another reason to cry. Kid.”