Tirza feels it too, and she feels the rage that fills the space that something leaves as it is drained. She pushes back against it, pushing out with a power she does not quite understand. And when that something (her life force, she just doesn’t know it yet) rushes back into her it pushes out her own little trick, pushes out into the galactic stallion before her as her grey snake eyes burn with annoyance and a flush of hatred.
When she feels his life force, she doesn’t tug it down, doesn't toy with it as he had theirs - she bites into it. Stealing a piece. The surprise of this action causes this power to snap back into her body, and she feels rejuvenated with whatever she had stolen. That sensation and her brother’s boldness beside her stops her from thinking too much about what she had just done.
It was just a few days that she had taken, not enough to make a difference in the end, but it was enough for her to get a taste of what she could do.
She fixes her father with as intimidating of a stare as a young filly can. It’s a matter of fact that they would have probably been this ornery no matter who showed up, but there’s a special sliver of defiance for the father that may have helped create them but certainly had not helped to raise them. His threats do not persuade her to behave - quite the opposite.
“You are nothing to us. If you want to find our mother, you can search for her yourself instead of bullying foals. Bet you would have already felt her bite if you hadn’t wasted so much time with us.”
T I R Z A
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