BEATRIX
Beatrix stared at the stranger, her nose crinkling. "All of you act like my brother and I are... strangers in Halo." She muttered, her voice quiet and void of emotion, as she reached for the other end of the post. Her resting face was constantly angry, more or less, so even if the man missed her words he'd not be able to fully tell if she was angry.
"Beatrix Launceleyn," she added after a moment to fume. Her mother hadn't done a great job of raising her, but at least she knew it was polite to share her name. "You are?"
Ever high and mighty, arrogant as her mother--perhaps her father. Whoever she took after the most, it wasn't for the best.
"Beatrix Launceleyn," she added after a moment to fume. Her mother hadn't done a great job of raising her, but at least she knew it was polite to share her name. "You are?"
Ever high and mighty, arrogant as her mother--perhaps her father. Whoever she took after the most, it wasn't for the best.
Most girls are made of sugar and spice,
but I'm made of nothing nice.
