Breakfast - An angry normal day

>You are Shimmer Light, and your emotions are hard to keep in check.
>You swear she's doing it on purpose, though you have no proof.
>Hexferry has been walking next to you ever since you left the market.
>... Yet she's said nothing to you. She hasn't even looked at you.
>Your anger has reached a point you didn't think it could reach, yet you show no emotions.
>She's just walking within a meter of you.
>So badly, you want to change your speed to force her to reveal she's consciously doing it.
>If she doesn't keep pace with you, you'll be rid of her.
>The plan itself works, but it has a flaw.
>You would have to react to her.
>In your eyes, no one exists. Reacting to someone who isn't there isn't an option.
>So you keep walking, filled to the brim with anger and hate, wearing the same stone face you always wear.
>... The world would be better without these charlatans.
>Some moth walks by and greets Hexferry.
>You'd identify them if they were still in your sight.
>... You've been paying all of your attention to your rage.
>She turned and waved to them, but keeps walking at the same pace.
>... If you ignore her, to a greater extreme than usual, you might be able to keep your hate from showing.
>Your eyes dart around the street.
>Children, stallions, mares...
>Hexferry...
>...
>You aren't even halfway home.
>"Hexferry!"
>You'll get murderous if this doesn't stop soon.
>She turns to face someone behind you, conveniently turning away from you.
>... She doesn't keep walking.
>You might be free.
>You put the rest of your barely-alive self-control into trying not to run.
>... You should probably be eavesdropping on whatever they're saying.
>Or, you could just keep walking.
>... You can't really eavesdrop anyway, they're behind you now.
>Nothing on this stupid planet can stop you now.
>Finally, you aren't within wing-span of a filthy peasant.
>You continue forward, completely free from-
>Hexferry dashes past you.
>... Your heart skips several beats.

>... But she doesn't slow down. She continues on her breakneck way.
>A few quick glances around reveal a few other moths to be doing about the same.
>You see the peach one, the yellow one and the regal one.
>A few other moths have noticed their run but have reacted with confusion, not haste.
>... Only Hexferry's close friends are rushing.
>Hexferry had the greatest head-start, but the peach one and the yellow one are catching up to her. The regal one... obviously believes the situation is calm enough to not run full-speed ahead. She's hurrying but not running.
>You glance back ahead to... Hexferry has been passed by both of them. She doesn't seem to be running as fast as she was before.
>Someone isn't used to distance running.
>She... Actually, she appears to be limping.
>The regal one is now rushing to Hexferry's side.
>...
>The two of them appear to speak in place for a while.
>You're within hearing distance of them now.
>"Why my house? Isn't Caramel's house more ideal for this?"
>"You know her, she likely has several... things... lying around."
>You could hear the disgust in the regal one's voice on the word "things".
>Hexferry sighs in response.
>"Do not worry, Hexferry, it will be only us this time. Your house will not get destroyed like the last time."
>Another party. At least this one won't become a second sun.
>You pass the two moths.
>"Do you think Sepia will be able to make it?"
>"I am uncertain. If Golden Corral has any say in the matter, she will."
>"Great. Anyway, can, um..."
>"Did you sprain an ankle?"
>"Yeah..."
>Soon the two are out of your hearing range.
>Your house is within sight.
>...
>The peach one is staring into the street from Hexferry's door, most likely waiting for her friends to catch up.
>You, however, really don't care about their stupid plans.
>You approach your door, open it, and go inside.
>You had a stressful day.