In that moment, anger overrode decorum or reason, and T'yeellaa's balled fists couldn't sit still. She wanted to punch her mother in her poisoned mouth, to stop all of the cruel things she was saying at once. But as she drew up a hand, reluctance stilled it so that when she lashed out, she instead seized a curly lock of her mother's hair.
"Don't jyou darre call hjim that!"
Her feeble defiance did no damage, but it did dislodge her mother's wig, knocking it to the ground.
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