“Why are you so angry?"
❝I’M NOT – ❞
She begins through gritted teeth, a frustration uncharacteristic of her threatening to flush over the brims of her eyes.. tears. Toothiana catches herself, however, before they spill over, before her brief lapse in self-control becomes excessive. The feeling is replaced by guilt. Her feathers that had ruffled at the crown of her forehead and along her shoulders lay flat, her wings flutter anxiously, her hands wrung together, ❝ I am so sorry. ❞












