Golden Glade It's been established that time is not a rigid construct.

jhala almost snapped at the two right away. borders needing upkeep her ass, they were new and every member was pulling their weight in keeping the borders fresh. the other was just an absolute idiot. her teeth bared a bit, but her ears pricked towards the other as she began to speak. she stared in disbelief, struggling to figure out what the fuck the woman was talking about. "i'm a woman," she said lowly, her eyes narrowed. but she didn't attack right away, a bit confused now.

the one who had offended her-- possibly, she was still unsure what had just happened-- had shrunk to the ground submissively. a good thing, jhala wasn't going to harm her. she had realized her mistake and was clearly apologetic for it-- or maybe for her word babbling, but she was submissive nonetheless. the other was stupid and offended her even more with her retort. "get the fuck out," she growl, making a step towards the other(lulu), "you don't want trouble."

assuming she had left, and the other hadn't gone with, jhala looked to the stranger who was ducked to the ground. "you have a name?"