Dance of Insults

[: 3rd POV :]

Elizabeth's voice sliced through the air, sharp with anger.

"You should shut your mouth before you regret it, old man,"

She declared, her eyes flashing with intensity.

As her words hung in the tense atmosphere, the three children who had been on her back floated a short distance away, suspended in the air.

It was a silent cue that something extraordinary was about to unfold.

Surprisingly, the children displayed no signs of fear.

Instead, excitement danced in their eyes.

It was as if they anticipated a captivating spectacle, eagerly awaiting whatever Elizabeth was about to reveal.

In this charged moment, the backdrop remained simple yet potent.

The surroundings echoed with a hushed expectancy, leaves rustling softly as if nature itself held its breath.

The old man, now faced with Elizabeth's stern warning, wore a contemplative expression.