Di Marco was not a stupid name. Grumbling, Ryden/Marco/WHATEVER made her way to the window, where Rom flew down to and stuck out his leg obediently. The brunette, still steaming from her twin sister's last letter, didn't notice the owl there and let out a yelp as the bird nipped her finger. "What was that for?" she demanded from the bird, baring her teeth and almost crumpled her own letter to dust in anger.

The owl, looking defensive, cooed self consciously and flew up back to its napping spot, leaving Ryden to her thoughts. It knew well enough that when she was angry, there was no dealing with her. The fourteen year old, on the other hand, punched the wall in anger and almost yelped again as her fist immediately began throbbing. Growling in frustration at her know either twisted or fractured hand - her RIGHT hand, mind you - she plopped down on the ground and leaned her head back against the wall.

Stupid Bridget. Ryden had been to hell and back trying to reunite them after last year's disasters and Idge was HAPPY. Happily writing letters, falling in love with Italian boys and going out shopping with her best girlfriends. Ugh, it was sickening to read. She'd turned from her lovely twin sister to... to... some COMMONER. Di Marco's weren't common. And THEN, like reading through her horrific description of the lovely Antonio hadn't been bad enough, she'd gone on to CRITICISE her and say how she thought she was being silly and that not telling people her real name was stupid. That having people call her Di Marco was stupid.

... UGH. SHE was stupid. Stupid Idge, with her fancy boyfriend and her happy life and her awesome clothes. IT WASN'T FAIR. The only good thing Ryden had going for her was that she was going to Mother's old school. THAT WAS IT. Mother was dead - had been for fourteen years now - and Bridget was getting to hang out in Italy while she, Ryden, had to put up with miserable, cold Great Britain.

It just WASN'T FAIR. Wincing as she clenched her hand - forgetting for a moment that it was throbbing like mad - Ryden bit her lip and raised her knees to her chest, feeling suddenly very small and very incompetent. Bridget had been her one source of comfort, the only other person there who had made her feel like it was ok to be what she was. And now... there she was, wearing D&G custom shoes and dating Hunk of the Year. Pathetic.

Blinking rapidly, Ryden slowed her breath and raised her good hand to beckon Rom. After it had glided down, she tore up the letter she was going to send to Bridget, and immediately felt just a little bit better. "Hold on," she whispered to the bird and took out a quill, some ink and a small slip of parchment from her bag, used the wall as a surface and wrote:
Stuffing her new "letter" into the tube attached to Rom's leg, she watched the bird fly off with a grim expression. Once it had disappeared, Marks experimentally moved a few fingers, groaning as she came to realise that a few of her joints were busted and her wrist fractured a little. Oh well, it'll heal on its own eventually. Glancing out the window one more time, she took a deep shaky breath and left the owlery, pulling up her guards and closing herself off as she walked.

Marks. She kinda liked it.