Sometimes it’s easier to understand a thing via its opposite and by defining for yourself what it is not.
Sometimes she laughs, sometimes she cries. And displays all the facets of emotion.
Her actions are reactions. To other people’s doings, dealings, facial expressions and emotions. No filter. No adulthood.
It’s just that somewhere along the line someone pretty concerned with their own comfort and quietness has kindly let her know that being pure is not enough to function in a group and feel like you belong there.
So, all that natural expression has received some kind of different dynamic. It used to be unique and lite and loving.
The ping-pong of human reactions gained momentum, fast. And now she is that woman, the princessa capriciosa.