Shy Deer Steppes Spirits in my head and they won't go

Potema was silently disappointed that the female didn't respond as she thought she would: with revulsion or sadness. At heart the white witch was a bully, and she had thought that the girl was an easy target. Alas, she would be harder to mess with than she thought. Naiveté sometimes worked as a shield towards Potema's insults. The girl had taken her literally after all. Truly? I never would have guessed. Potema sneered, annoyed by the girl's confused but not offended expression. I suppose you're wandering through here, aren't you rabbit? She turned the conversation away from her insults, intent on wondering why a small girl like herself was walking through these steppes alone. She made it her business to know.