abraham's daughter, c

It started in the morning, a seed of irritation that planted itself in her chest. As the hours went on, roots grew to cause a sick feeling in her stomach. She wasn't ill, she was rarely ill, though it certainly felt like it was. Only when the simple shut of a door grew too irritating to handle did Nessa decide that she was sick. Sick with anger. Yes, she was very cross; identifying the source didn't matter much, getting rid of it was the problem. Cornering Jamie always lifted her spirits somewhat, but she couldn't for the life of her find him and by late afternoon steam might as well have been coming from her ears. Even Vanni was gone, and the squirrels in the garden were nowhere to be seen, as if aware of her sour mood already.

After stomping around the house for a solid ten minutes, she came to the parlor and slammed the door shut behind her. The room was beautifully decorated, a few masterpiece statues and vases placed here and there. Her fingers itched and latched onto an item of the latter, weighing it in her hand. She glared at it, and after deciding that she was alone in the house and definitely a very well-behaved girl, she hurled it across the room and watched as it shattered against the wall, shards and a bit of powder falling to the carpet. Still, it did nothing to rid her of her anger, so she hunted about for something to throw again.