Petricia continued to walk up to Zylus. Her demeanor spoke more of authority and revenge rather than the kind hearted women she once was.
Step. Step. Step.
Every one of her steps felt harsh. The stone beneath her spat out dust around her elegant, white, te fabric shoes. It wasn't much longer until sgotets to slap Zylus. The cause of this allowed her to grin, creepily but excited, ly all at the same time.
"H-hey!" She stuttered, still stepping forward, leaving a dusted trace behind, "W-want me t-to t-talk like this?"
Petricia tilted her head forty-five degrees to the right, then used her right hand's index finger to tap on her jaw thrice. She stopped for a while, looking at Zylus with this new, frightening authority. But this entire time, Zylus didn't once respond or give her any reaction. His head was down, clearly dusted away from his own reality.
