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The stranger’s tone was less than forgiving toward her ignorance. Elvira could feel her face twisting into an ugly expression, unable to tolerate anything but compliance toward her and her demands. But the creature demonstrated further, snatching up and devouring a butterfly all on her own. Her expression relaxed, reverting to indifference—save the hard, cold stare she could never erase.
If anything, she sensed potential fun from this game of sorts. Predatory inhibition was invoked, leaving the girl to slink again through the wet grass, slamming another butterfly to the ground with undeniable delight.