Hortensia
immediately snapped out of her trance; letting go of her necklace and brandishing her whip. She was about a second from lashing it at Alvienne before Hortensia realized who it was— instead, she let out a loud groan and looked away.
"Stop talking to me, stop talking-" Hortensia's initial words were more for herself than an order to the sister, but it didn't really work out for as a distraction considering the rain was still on her mind. She impatiently tapped her fingers and continued to look away, making it as apparent as possible that she was not interested. She even did her best to not say a word— up until Alvienne managed to poke that sore spot. At the very least, it made Hortensia forget about the rain for a moment
if only that were true, as she were still thinking about water in another way. "Whatever you heard, it's not true! You miscreants are all the same— not aware of your place in this world and thinking you can spread despicable rumors about your superiors! I would rather be outside getting your job done better than listen to your drivel for another second!" With a loud splash, as the water that had pooled up on top of the wagon oh-so-conveniently got thrown out to the side and drenched the trees, Hortensia got out of the wagon; blissfully unaware of the noise that just occurred.
The second the rain hit her body and the mud splashed the bottom rim of her dress, Hortensia was immediately filled with regret. Even holding tightly to her whip couldn't stop her from shivering with fright. At the very least, her fear of losing control was significantly higher than her fear of getting attacked.
Hortensia to E3