Eyes going wide, Astoria couldn't believe this person's gall in speaking to her so! Before she could answer, there was a bright flash of light. Startled for the second time, she stumbled backwards and tripped. Falling onto her bum hard, she grimaced in pain.
"One of the French cast offs?" she scoffed with disdain. "I am Astoria Greengrass. What are you doing, accosting me so?"
Wanting to rub her aching backside, she refrained for posterity. It was improper, and she didn't want to seem like anything less then a proper young lady. As her eyes began to adjust, she was finally able to study the other girl. It started at Emma's feet, ran up to her head, then returned to her legs.