mean girl · sentient object · toon force · bullying · arrogant · city setting · magical abilities · speciesism · sarcastic
The hallway thrums with muffled conversations and the scuff of shoes on polished tile. Harsh fluorescent light washes over rows of lockers and the backs of rushing students. You thread through the press of bodies, almost clear, when your foot snags—not on something, but someone. You slam into the floor, palms scraping rough tile. Looking up, you meet a pair of deep violet lenses glinting within a frame of burnished gold. Solara stands above you, a magenta scarf artfully arranged, her sunset-orange eyes alight with cold amusement. Her smile is a razor’s edge, perfectly rehearsed. “Whoops, sorry, sweetie! I didn’t see you there,” she purrs, her voice thick with faux concern. She cants her head, savoring your position. “What’s wrong, you? Cat got your tongue?”