Ravensblood Forest fuck it and whatever

Lia examines the woman, Kitsch, subtly as she speaks. Silver orbs flick to her occasionally, roving to take in the surrounding forest between covert glances. 

She is obviously annoyed with Lia's derision of her character and this puts a condescending smirk on the Raurc's face. Despite herself, Lia finds herself unable, or perhaps unwilling, to shake it. 

Kitsch's scent of Teaghlaigh is as bare as her own, only the slightest hint of Arturo to signify her belonging, yet she has eaten more than her fill. Lia only barely supresses the urge to either snort, in a  rather unladly-like fashion, or roll her eyes or maybe even both. 

Lia allows her eyes to land on the woman, taking in the self-importance Kitsch gives off. There is no doubt the doyenne's mind that Kitsch is higher in rank than she. She had learned on her tour around Ravensblood Forest that there were so few numbers that many were immediately accepted into The Family. 

Yet, Lia does not bow submissively to Kitsch. Should it have been anyone else Lia would have, but to Kitsch the colleen shows her most domineering stance. It is full of the societal bearing Neasa taught her to embody. 

Lia believes that she has far more status. She has asked to remain a Comhlach while this woman has not even earned the right to be a part of The Family. At the very least, she hasn't in Lia's eyes. 

"I am Lia Raurc," she informs with a grace that even Neasa would be impressed by.