A staring contest? A battle of wills? So be it! She'd only ever lost those to one person. And whoever this interloper was, he wasn't her mother! She landed lightly for stability. Her eyes flared an intense livid green as she held his gaze, growling low in her throat, wings wide so she could spring back at a moment's notice. She hoped.

She was NOT going to lose to some stranger. She put the force of her will into her glowing green glare, knowing that even without magic it had a weight, an intensity. How may times had she broken under that from her mother? But in the end? Her mother had broken under her gaze and shrank from it. Never again would she lose. Not at this...