Emma finished applying her lipstick and turned towards her mother.
"There!" She exclaimed triumphantly. "How do I look?"
It was normally at this point that Shayera would say "fine" or made some other noncommittal remark. Perhaps tonight she was too tired to be diplomatic. Whatever the reason Shayera found herself being brutally honest.
"You're wearing far too much makeup," She said. "And that red lipstick is too vivid. You would look better with a softer color, something less bold."
Emma scowled at the unexpected criticism. When she replied her voice was cold.
"It's supposed to be bold. Makeup should be dramatic, make a statement about you!" Recovering her composure, she replied, "I forgot, you're a Thanagarian. You don't understand these things like regular human mothers."
Emma walked past Shayera and to her room, not noticing her mother grit her teeth at the condescending tone and insult.
"I understand you're trying to look older than you are," Shayera retaliated. "And making a fool of yourself because of it! I don't need to be a human to see that Emma!"
"Whatever you say Mom," Was the sarcastic reply she was given. Shayera decided to not say anything back, it would only fuel another argument between them.
Shayera wasn't sure she would have even bothered with cosmetics if she was a human teenager Emma's age. It all seemed rather a nuisance and she had no desire at all to mimic the artificial glamor of her daughter. Still, she recalled having used makeup at least once or twice in her life so she supposed she would have worn some, although hopefully with much more subtlety than Emma did. The word 'restraint' was not one that featured much in her daughter's vocabulary.
"Good night!" Emma called as she began to leave. "You, Dad, and Rex don't have to wait up for me!"
"Why would we bother waiting up?" Shayera responded as she then whispered in a disappointed tone, "You're never back until nearly dawn anyway."
Shayera sighed and tried to not start worrying about what her daughter was doing, or going to do, or torment herself by imagining what always kept her out until the early hours of the morning.
She really preferred not to know.