- Fiendly -
Yviä sneered. 'My Denir, your eyes have never looked so putrid.'
Tesh and Ingir laughed.
Denir touched her yellowing eye, bit her lip. They were right, but it was the only way. Instead of crying, her tail twitched once, her brows furrowed. ‘Say it to my face, whore.’
Yviä’s perfect smile faded and she hissed, ‘You’re a waste of air, Rat.’
The atmosphere crackled with magic, Denir’s hands moved in The Way, and Yviä’s words stuck in her choking throat till she was blue and her friends had fled.
Yes, it was the only way, and it was worth it.
-- Author's Note --
Another glimpse into Denirya's past. The Way is a form of magic, but if you're curious about the details, check out the first book of the Stormchild Trilogy called "Emeline and the Forest Mage" on my profile.
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