Ravensblood Forest Tonight we are young

Dakarai Svartell was not pleased with Kitsch.

Lia had not enjoyed meeting Kitsch either, though she could admit that there was a possibility that the girl would get some sense knocked into her pretty little head. If that were to happen Kitsch could very well become a valuable contribution to The Family and perhaps a trusted friend. It was slim but it was a possibility. 

For now, Lia dipped her head in greeting to the wintry woman and bit back a smile at Dakarai's blunt refusal of Kitsch's flirtations. This one she could get along with. 

"A pleasure to meet you Dakarai Svartell, mate to Olive," she chides teasingly before turning to Kitsch. 

"Kitsch and I are already acquainted." There is a hint of amusement if one looks close enough. It's unlikely the ermine-like woman will live down her feast anytime soon.