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Elena took a moment after exiting the Stationary Store to exhale a deep breath and gather her thoughts. "Well, Hadar, mum thinks I went to the bookstore, so I better stop there and pick some things up, right?" she asked the Kyuu flying above her rhetorically. He answered with a chirp - flying more was good! "Of course I'm right," she muttered, casting a baleful glare towards the shop and that annoying girl she'd left behind there. Checking herself over quickly - dress in order, bag in place, bracelets still there, necklace straightened out, and tattoo induced cold turned off. Oh, and the eyes. They could stop glowing too. People tended to stare when her eyes stared glowing; not that Elena minded being stared at, it was merely annoying when they weren't paying attention to the rest of her.

Everything in order once more, and Tiwaz shoved into a corner of her mind where she would be forgotten, Elena began her happily longer stride down the sidewalk towards a local bookstore, bag slung over her shoulder carefully, with Hadar over her head. Elena pinched the bridge of her nose as she walked, feeling a headache coming on. "I bet it's that girl's fault," she said crossly, tugging sharply on the strap of her bag, causing the bracelet she was wearing to sparkle and bounce around on her wrist. Closing her eyes briefly, Elena continued to walk on, not caring if she ran into anybody. After all, they should get out of her way.

With her eyes still closed, of course Elena didn't see Tybalt walking towards her. She might have gotten out of his way if she had. Doubtful, but we'll never know, because the pair did in fact end up colliding.

"Hey!" she said sharply, eyes snapping open to narrow and stare at the person who'd been rude enough to walk into her. "You should watch where you're going," the Tale continued in a snappish tone, not having yet placed why this bird creature seemed familiar.

The tug went unnoticed, but when she reached up to adjust her hair, Elena certainly noticed the lack of weight on her arm, as well as the lack of shine on her wrist. "My bracelet!" she cried, almost forgetting about Tybalt entirely. "Did you see my bracelet fall off?" Elena asked him, her tone now honey sweet as she tried to get him to help her find it.

Obviously, the thought that he might have taken it hadn't crossed her mind.

Elena's face stiffened and she barked out a short laugh. "You? Why should I have had to watch out for you?" she asked, her voice dripping with condescension and contempt. "Maybe if you hadn't been so busy exchanging dirty looks with everyone, this whole thing could have been avoided!" Echoing Tybalt's posture, Elena crossed her arms as well, staring up at the taller Tale with slightly glowing eyes.

"At least you acknowledge I'm a princess," Elena muttered sweetly, eyes flashing with a momentary glint of triumph. That was usually half the battle right there, getting people to accept her as royalty. Even though she so clearly was. "I insist you help me look for it, since it's your fault it came loose in the first place."

Elena was about to reply indignantly to the parrot's accusation of empty-headedness, when he said something that immediately cooled her anger. Not that it was gone, oh no, but now it was icy and sharp...Rather like her fingernails were quickly becoming.

"Laugh? Laugh at me?" Elena said, clipping each word short as her voice got steadily louder. "Listen to me, you scruffy walking feather pillow," she continued, stepping closer and staring up at him furiously, eyes blazing and hair fully aglow, "You will help me find my bracelet and you will do so right now." The last word was punctuated by a sharp jab of her index finger at Tybalt's chest, frost crackling a bit on her arm at the sudden movement. Obviously unaware of any danger, Elena stood there, hand now lowered to rest firmly on her hip as frost continued to creep slowly up her arm, adding a sharp bite to the air.

Unaffected by the cold she was emanating, Elena continued to stare at Tybalt, still oblivious to the aura of menace that he was projecting. Around them, the sidewalk was mostly vacant of other pedestrians; by and large, they were crossing the street to avoid the pair of Tales, clearing a large space around them.

"Cow?" she tossed back, seething from the insult, which merely provided fuel for her anger and accelerated the temperature drop. "I am no cow, you ignorant feather duster. Now. You will help me look for my bracelet, or else," she added, once more punctuating her sentence with a jab at Tybalt's chest, this time using her other hand. Hey, he didn't say she couldn't use the other finger.

Elena's breath caught in her throat and the cold momentarily died down only to pick back up, even fiercer than before as she stared at the blade pressed against her. "Well, how was I supposed to know you had a knife," she muttered, momentarily losing her anger and stiffness, although it returned as quickly as the chill had. Quite aware now of the danger she was in, Elena nevertheless refused to display any of the fear now creeping down her spine.

A bright flash and a screech were all the warning either Tale had; Hadar had had about enough of this and dove from the sky, claws extended and aimed right for Tybalt's head. "Hadar!" Elena called out in surprise, having forgotten about the little dragon. Hadar's head momentarily snaked backwards to look at his mistress, causing him to miss Tybalt with his claws, managing to hit the other Tale with his wings instead.

"You're the first person I've met who's actually followed through on a threat," Elena explained waspishly. Not to mention the only one who'd really threatened her...

As Hadar flew away, squawking indignantly as Tybalt had managed to open a shallow cut on his chest, Elena's eyes narrowed and she concentrated on intensifying the frost effect around the wrist Tybalt was holding. By now, all of her lower arm was coated in rapidly thickening layer of ice, the swirled lines of her tattos glowing eerily blue underneath. "I think you'll find my finger harder to remove now," she breathed out sardonically, flashing her gaze upwards to smirk a bit at the parrot.

Privately, Elena conceded the point, although she wasn't about to tell him that.

"Only if you promise not to hurt me once it's gone," she said in reply, her voice firm and confident as she attempted to sound as though she really could control the ice. She couldn't, of course; this was the first time this had ever happened to her, and she had no idea how to turn it off. Elena had, by now, given up the bracelet as lost and sighed internally at the amount of trouble she was likely to be in when Jerava found out. Hopefully Tybalt was one to keep his promises, as well as his threats, and she could get out of here with no more harm done.