I am delicate,fragile, yet hardy and sturdy when the wind passes me by. I can hold up to anything. Except when you pull me from my life force, than i will wither and die.
"Mrs. Fiona Snark," I said, not looking up from the paper. "Miss, it's just Miss." Her sickly lemon voice sounded. I looked up, "Oh, can't imagine why." She gave a discourteous nod and breath and walked by, the length of her cape not so accidentally.