-Dwight state-
"You dare talk back to me, Monkey," Alice's voice echoed through the room, her face reddening as if in anger.
As she spoke, Spark watched Alice's angry face from the side, his hand thoughtfully stroking his chin. He raised his hand, signaling.
"Stop," Spark said, shaking his head, disappointment evident in his eyes. "That is not how you do it. You need to make your voice sharper and your expression angrier."
Alice nodded, her expression determined. "Alice will try again."
Spark's reading room was filled with the soft, warm glow of afternoon sunlight filtering through the tall, arched windows. As the breeze entered the room, Alice's twin tails swayed, adding to the effect of her fake fury.
Spark was rehearsing Alice's intimidating voice, trying to instill a bit of fierceness in her tiny frame.
