Rising Sun Valley Acid Tongue

Morgäna merely rose a brow at the girl and laughed at her and hard, Morgäna cared little as to whom she was or where she came from. It mattered little to nothing, then again Morgäna didn't typically cared if she was known or not. But the fact that this child had made it quite clear she wasn't known in the last, well that was fine and dandy to her. It simply gave her a fresh start to spread that name across the lands, but such would take time and precision. Time, it was one thing she did have. Shaking that head the dark lady only smirked at the one before her, awaiting their move.

"I don't give two shits who you are or who your pack is missy, now run along." But Morgäna didn't move, no, she wasn't going to do so. For she wasn't going to allow her self to be 'scared' off by some high and mighty prissy pants girl. Morgäna would put the girl in her place or perhaps go that extra mile and simply rid the lands of this ones arrogance.