"She's only a child! Parents make decisions for their children, that's how it works. We know what's best for them."
"Clearly," Ema snaps at him, "this time you missed."
Her mother cries harder at that, and Ema sighs. Even as angry as she is, she still doesn't want to be having this fight in the middle of a party. People are very, very obviously staring. She is not up for being in the middle of a fight right now, much less one with this many spectators. Really, what she most wants is to go home and hide under her blankets and not come out for at least a few days. But she's certainly not doing that right now. She's not going back to the house with them. At least until they apologize properly.
"I'm going to Allila's," she tells them. "Don't follow me. Unless you can prove you're not going to drop me into a waterfall again."
Her father's face is turning so red she's afraid he'll explode on the spot, but her mother whispers to him and tugs at his arm. "Just- remember that we love you, sweetheart," her mother says. She looks like she wants to say something else, but she sees her husband's face, and drags him away.
Ema glares at the surrounding crowd until they part enough for her to get through, and then hurries towards the outside of the party. Once she makes it outside, she finds somewhere reasonably out of the way, waits for everyone to leave her alone- luckily, they're mostly too busy gossiping about her to actually try to talk to her- and slumps against a column. There, she curls up and cries.
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"Clearly," Ema snaps at him, "this time you missed."
Her mother cries harder at that, and Ema sighs. Even as angry as she is, she still doesn't want to be having this fight in the middle of a party. People are very, very obviously staring. She is not up for being in the middle of a fight right now, much less one with this many spectators. Really, what she most wants is to go home and hide under her blankets and not come out for at least a few days. But she's certainly not doing that right now. She's not going back to the house with them. At least until they apologize properly.
"I'm going to Allila's," she tells them. "Don't follow me. Unless you can prove you're not going to drop me into a waterfall again."
Her father's face is turning so red she's afraid he'll explode on the spot, but her mother whispers to him and tugs at his arm. "Just- remember that we love you, sweetheart," her mother says. She looks like she wants to say something else, but she sees her husband's face, and drags him away.
Ema glares at the surrounding crowd until they part enough for her to get through, and then hurries towards the outside of the party. Once she makes it outside, she finds somewhere reasonably out of the way, waits for everyone to leave her alone- luckily, they're mostly too busy gossiping about her to actually try to talk to her- and slumps against a column. There, she curls up and cries.