Angrily, Mauve turned to face her, leaving Penelope to amuse herself in frightening away the insect homunculi in the grass.
“I don’t know how she gets away with,” Mauve said angrily.
It was a common pursuit, chasing off bugachugs and chugabugs, all the children of the town did it when blowing off steam, and, to Alaina at least, it seemed less horrendous than pouring hot water into ant nests, which had been the equivalent practice of her parents.
“How is she allowed to talk to people like that?”
“Because she’s the daughter of the Firmament Foundation’s president,” Alaina stated matter-of-factly.
“I know that,” Mauve said with exasperation. “Sometimes, you’re no help at all. I mean, how does she get away with being so up herself all the time?”
“Because she’s the daughter of the Firmament Foundation’s president,” Alaina repeated.