Tiptoeing along after the men of the family, the cloaked damsel does her best to remain clandestine and silent. She hasn’t much skill, but her father isn’t taking much care to be quiet in his frustration, either. Moving when he does, using the crash and smash of the forest that her antlered father thrusts out of his way with chest and crown, the girl pauses along the fringe of the woodland when he makes his way out into the open, and out towards the cliff face.
The tear-streaked face of the girl scrunches up with her own private disgruntlement, now. Why’d he have to go out there for?! She can barely hear him over the wind, when he shrilly screams for her Uncle to answer him, and she needs to know what’s going on. This was her Auntie they were discussing, after all! If Aelfwine was in danger, be it a fledging love her sire sought to trample, or her very being, threatened by this new life she had chosen, Maude was certainly going to do something to help save her from such dastardly circumstances, especially if all her father and Uncle were going to do was bicker.
Snorting a quiet huff of irritation, she darling traipses with high knees and a proud expression around the brim of the forest, making her way nearer her sire’s pacing line, where a copse of pines reaches close enough that she can overhear, and likely not be seen or heard.
Just as she comes to a stop, Barty appears. Her sire immediately lashes out, and accuses her Uncle of being untruthful, through exclusion. Her Uncle, in turn, insults her father’s intelligence, which makes her head bolt up, and her spring green eyes becoming scowling slits of hostility. Barely managing not to drop her crown and lunge at Bartholomeo in loving retaliation for the verbal slight (they won’t keep talking then, she tells herself, she won’t learn what she needs to in order to help her dear Aunt Aelfwine), the darling clings to what Barty says next, actually finding some sense in it.
He was right, of course. Really though, when she thought about it, everyone was a bit wrong. Her father was being too protective, Barty had been far too dismissive of the potential threat of an unknown stallion, and Aelfwine had simply chosen a man over the family she had in the Edge. The only one involved, as Maude saw it, who wasn’t acting like a complete baboon was, well, her.
So, prancing out of her hiding spot, her cloak billowing behind her, she struts among the men as if she has authority to command them. Looking at her father’s forest eyes and then her Uncle’s green seas with a scowl, she snorts and stamps her hoof at them both.
"You’re both acting like...like…" Zubari, she almost yells at them, but instead waspishly dictates, "like little boys! How is calling one another names and insulting each other’s integrity helping Auntie Aelfwine, daddy, Uncle?"
Glaring at each in turn, she frowns a most severe little frown, her pale curls rippling across her shoulder where the salty breeze kisses them.
"You’re both right, so please stop knocking antlers over it," her expression softens as she requests that they stop trying to hurt one another with their words, "you should have said something, Barty. What if this guy winds up being a bad guy? I know Auntie is a grown up and she can make her own choices, but…but we can’t protect her at all from anything if you guys are too busy fighting over who knows best!"
[ OOC: ohshit tiny Arah ]
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