"It doesn't matter. I no longer need my looks," Lasha said.
"Don't say that!" Nila said, whirling on her. "Even if you don't think you need them, everyone else will be sad to see them go."
"Ha, made you look," Lasha said, with a rare smirk. Her leap was instant then, knowing that Nila would not be able to turn back rapidly enough. With a childishness that would have made even actual children pull faces filled with exasperation, Lasha put everything she had into that second attempt. She was grand, and graceful, poised like a creature of the wild. Her intent betrayed nothing but absolute certainty.
THWACK!
And, despite it all, she ended up straight back on the ground again, looking up at the sky dumbly, radiating a chilling anger that was likely doing nothing for how cold she already felt.
"I am leaving," Nila declared. This time, she didn't hurry to fuss over her.
