Is there something your muse despises about themselves or about other people?
   She puffs out her cheeks. The list was actually long. Eventhough she was a silent person and would swallow down what she didn’t like -- because this was how she was taught. The wrinkles between her eyebrows got deeper the moment she started to write down on the thin and white paper. “I don’t like about myself that I can’t talk. I don’t like about others that they can’t treat people well. I don’t like it when they want to steal my fairy dust because it’s well sold on the black market. And I don’t like about myself that I can’t do anything about it.” She puffed out her cheeks, shoving the paper away and crossed her arms above her chest.Â
