Filthy Mess

Hazel eyes were quick to glace over when she heard the sound of someone approaching. Expressionless as she was, the corners of her lips turned down ever so slightly to see who it was. Loren. Of course. Certainly she wouldn’t fault his curiosity – how often did one hear lightning strikes like this after all? But upon seeing that it was her, why he did not turn around and walk away was a surprise to her. ”Then what is it you want?” she asked pointedly as he proclaimed he did not wish to fight her. Her trust in him had broken, his abandonment of their family wounding her deeply, and it presented itself as resentment and rage. She watched silently as he redirected the mud with a whip of water towards the Outskirts. Not that she terribly cared where the mud went, so long as it wasn’t here. zariah If my strength intimidates you, I hope you realize that is a weakness of yours.