We Two Queens

I am too busy fuming to notice her transformation back to her normal self, shaken and infuriated by the emotions that had taken over. Never before have I fallen prey to that which is uninvited or unwanted; I am filled with a helplessness that I cannot explain. I hate it. I am not helpless. I am not some weak mare that gets carried away with her emotions! If what Kahli says about the broken state of our magics is true, then we must make these intruders pay dearly for what they have wrought.

Were it not for my dear sister, I would already be on my way towards those shrieking imbeciles. Why, they would be such easy prey, panicked as they sound. We could pick off some of the more frightened easily, perhaps even luring some of them away from the others. It would be a massacre, a thought that I relish. My eyes gleam with hunger as I consider the possibilities, my long, poisonous feathers spreading in the air. But, thinking of my seduction magic and the disaster that almost came of using it even mildly upon my sister, my feral grin turns into a grimace. What if my poison has turned on me, too?

I remain silent, my lips pressed together as Kahli continues her monologue. For a moment, I wish she weren't right. I wish I could go right now and pay these idiots back for the pain they've caused. It would be stupid, but it would at least make me feel better. The silence stretches on, until finally I sigh, my nostrils flaring and vengeance lighting my eyes. "Fine," I spit irritably. "But we will be back." Don't get too settled, dear strangers. We will return.