Who was this stranger? That they didn't understand a simple plea - perhaps the most polite that Bayou could manage at this point, with her tongue eager to spit venom - that they refused and relented in her view.
A moment later she was laughing. It started as a tiny hiss of a noise; air through teeth, and then an off-kilter giggle that dissipated through the fog, becoming one with it. Bayou sank back against her ragged haunch and watched the girl. Her face barely outlined by the creeping and encroaching weather, so that only her sickly yellow eyes remained. A cheshire smile curled upon her pointed face.
"Who asks for such ajouman from me? A girl, a little girl!" A new peal of giggles rolled from her now, rasping and tired, quick to form a bout of coughing that briefly hid her smile. When the spider was composed enough to speak again, the look of glee had slipped from her; she was dejected, and far sharper, coiled against the ground and ready to spring at the fool who refused to leave.
"Ba ou madichon pou timoun, I do not have time for please and thank-you." There was a warning there for the stranger, hidden behind foreign words that the shadow knew would go unnoticed. Perhaps that was what she would do - summon something to wreak havoc amongst these insufferable creatures.