Barrow Fields i need not one thing more

the sylph sucked air sharply between her teeth, feeling the cut of mona's words. her ears swept back, her molten gaze hardened -- wretch, cow! there was a pause, as if she was gathering her skirts to stormily leave -- a snarl rippling from her thin muzzle in stifled outcry. "bitch." the siren queen hissed, lips curled back and sharp fangs revealed -- yet it was for naught; her tie to lasher forbade any vicious recourse, and instead the woman hatefully departed.