Well, well. I suppose you could have taken longer.
[Maya's hand comes up to play with her hair, long, black, and loose this time-- braided at her head.]
This was getting so tiring. Do you know how annoying that voice is to do? Do you understand how annoying it is to be her?
[Her hand falls to the throne's arm, and she surveys Maya's classmates, one brow raising over her bemused eyes.]
You've got one thing wrong, though. My name isn't Maya Fey-- no, she's just the idiot they conned to bring me back. And it's a good thing-- Feys only get in the way.
My name is Dahlia Hawthorne. And I'm not interested in your hope or your despair... I'm not interested in letting you free. As long as I'm here, I get my money.
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[Maya's hand comes up to play with her hair, long, black, and loose this time-- braided at her head.]
This was getting so tiring. Do you know how annoying that voice is to do? Do you understand how annoying it is to be her?
[Her hand falls to the throne's arm, and she surveys Maya's classmates, one brow raising over her bemused eyes.]
You've got one thing wrong, though. My name isn't Maya Fey-- no, she's just the idiot they conned to bring me back. And it's a good thing-- Feys only get in the way.
My name is Dahlia Hawthorne. And I'm not interested in your hope or your despair... I'm not interested in letting you free. As long as I'm here, I get my money.
I get my revenge.